Gentle Slopes
As you'll go through life,
there won't be any gentle slopes
to climb and reach your height;
everything has its own merit,
only fear is the obstacle to winning battles,
so don't let that fear keep you from that victory:
conquer what was unconquerable,
and wave your victorious flag joyfully
with an enthusiasm too irrepressible!
Yesterday, many intricate thoughts of defeat
were clustered together and crushed by a doubt;
today, your are the supreme winner favored by luck:
so idolized by all and even envied by some...
for avoiding those gentle slopes!
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
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