I recently found a whole lot of my writing folders. I think I have spent half my life documenting my thoughts and feelings. I also found some very old poems I wrote.
Thought I would share one of my favorites
Success
The definition of success refers to fame and glory.
But oh my friends I know it’s wrong –that’s surely not the story
For one, success might be a life that’s filled with joy
For someone else success might be the birth of her baby boy
And for another it just might be the blanket that she knit
Or something much more simple, like the candle that she lit.
No, success cannot be measured by your money or your fame
For we are fools if we don’t know, It’s how you play the game.
Success is really personal - it’s one’s own sense of pride
Or knowing life was challenging, but at least you know you tried
And at the end of every day when all is said and done.
The most important thing to say, “Oh boy has this been fun.!”
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