Success

March 31, 2013
By Silogram GOLD, Radnor, Pennsylvania
Silogram GOLD, Radnor, Pennsylvania
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Success, success, there’s nothing so fair,
Excepting perhaps the cold mountain air.
That stirs in a valley ‘neath the sun’s wide-eyed stare.

Sweet victory, there’s nothing so sweet,
Besides the occasional grizzly-bear sleep.
Standing still in the woods where the river folk weeped.

Silver and gold, what more to strive for?
But a boat rowed by oars cross the rippling shores,
Halcyon minnows flutter softly and pure.

Glory and wealth, what else is there to gain?
Except for the glitter of sunlit rain
Awash in black-winged bird’s belly free
Time ticking untouched, what else to be?


The author's comments:
This poem aims to discuss the modern world's view of success and achievement. I hope to put forth the question: what on this Earth really makes the mind and body content and at peace?

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