Failure Fuel, Part II

...This rankled Ethan, deep down in his core,
his drummer just quit, but Ethan wanted more,
he pressed on touring, writing out new songs,
from catchy romps to grand epics, long.
Their next single climbed to thirty-three,
then the one after made it to fifteen,
they’re first album came out, Ethan was proud,
but the critics pounced, cried,’Sophmoric, loud!’
Some even proclaimed him a no-talent fool,
even rolling in cash he tasted failure fuel.

But he was not the type to stay settled,
they all would see his musical mettle,
so he set out to writing every day,
poured into his songs all he had to say,
for ten years it went, eight albums dropping,
hit after hit, four songs chart-topping,
until even the critics had to admit
that when it came to music, Ethan had it.
He stood at the top, secure in the truth,
you don’t get there without some failure fuel.

At fifty he gave a strange interview,
when out promoting an album, quite new,
He said,”They make one mistake, and they’re shattered,
too many folks don’t fight for what matters,
never told that failure teaches what won’t work,
that nothing is easy, and nothing deserved.
What wonders would they have brought about
if they’d simply learned to never drop out.
Nobody ever gets where they’re going to
without first topping off on that failure fuel.”

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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