Twelve Sets of Footprints on the Moon

I Remember when we walked upon the Moon.

Our president had said we would
In less than ten-years time.
And we agreed, because we could
Do anything sublime,
Or difficult, or dangerous;
"It's there, so let us climb"
This thing called Space, he challenged us,
A nation in our prime.

But then he died. The Dream did not.
That lived. We would see to it.
What he had asked for, he had got:
Our willingness to do it.
Whatever. Name it. Cold or hot,
We'd walk or run right through it.
The one word we don't speak: "cannot."
Each problem, we'll subdue it.

It may seem hard to see this now
That Time has from us hid
Just what it meant to take a vow
That failure we'd forbid.
Success alone would we allow.
"Ten years is not too soon."
But still, we loved him, anyhow.
Then walked upon the Moon.