No moss on the steady stone

When you have lost a gem of priceless worth, Do not mourn long, what you can't restore; For in the sky a new star has its birth, And in the earth more treasures wait to explore. When you have soared above the highest peak, Don't swell with pride, your splendid leap; For in the dark a hidden trap may sneak, And, in the crowd a foe may strike you deep. Don’t think that life is a game too sweet, Or that it’s only a laugh and a cry alone; For when the climb is not yet complete, The wisdom lies in being calm; steady-stone. The fools may laugh themselves to death for vain, The perfectionists may fret over their flaws; But you collect yourself and rise again, And craft a masterpiece from broken straws. When the road is smooth and clear at last, Don't lose yourself in pleasures of the mood; For just a gentle breeze may break your mast, And drown your spirit in a raging flood. He who can hear, let him attend the speech: He who can see, let him observe the teach. Be humble in your triumphs, hopeful in your breach. The race is won by the steady; who never quit.