Success, a Gift To Share
Oceans of time are heavily travelled waterways, though lives are spent fast.
souls swim in desperation, towards sinking shores.
Many succumb to Chairon’s generous lift and
never complete what they began;
they are as fish to the bated hook.
Some wash to shore, uncertain whether
they will survive to achieve their goals.
Others know that their time is the present;
they simply will not be defeated.
The thing is, who will be drowned first,
by the over achiever?
Finishing is not always the best;
it’s how you go about it,
that makes the swim worthwhile.
Yacht’s have plenty of room, for sharing.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2015
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