Success
To only achieve one’s aim is surely
A deficient definition
Success is a simple word
With unplumbed depths
It raises unanswered questions
Of what and why and how
Is this a noble quest at all?
Why fret about success?
I’m left wandering in the wilderness
Wondering about motive
Maybe if I allow love to lead
And tread this preferred path
Then questions about success
Will best be answered
By the those
Who need not ask
Copyright © Roy Smith | Year Posted 2017
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