Though i have penned reams and reams of doggerel
Of success stories in life i don't have for to tell
In a Human World of winners and losers as some like to say
But then i ask you what's success anyway
Since one fact of life and fact never does lie
That us humans are mortals and born to die
The Reaper of lives between the haves and the have nots does not differentiate
In one way we all share a similar fate
With each other for success in life we compete
But only one can be the best in the street
And only one can be the best in the town
But always a few who try to drag you down
Any stories of material success i do not have to relate
But the great gifts of life and good health i have to celebrate
And compared to many my worries seem small
One can say i am not doing too badly at all.
Monday, November 7, 2011
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