Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Poetry - Success


Lifes resounding verdict
on hours of tireless labour
seeming so difficult to predict
yet done with divinely order

Tis a loser's essence
to renounce its presence
making hermetical claims of its inaneness
hiding his obvious fondness

If we were never to chase to dreams
not tire at its distance
keep egging on
world will either be a moan or a yawn!

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