Winners
All winners,
Were once whiners.
It was excruciatingly sunny,
Before they laid hands on money.
More enemies in the stealth,
Than friends with wealth.
They started out dumb,
Eventually saw the shine of wisdom.
Experienced pain,
Before the sweetness of rain.
Twenty hours of Night,
Only four hours of Bright.
Behind a dim glass pane.
Than aboard a jet plane.
Running,
Not Gunning.
On the receiving end.
Not in the lending end.
Under the cover,
Not on top of the tower.
Earning for sanity.
Not for vanity.
Copyright © Vijayshankar Balasubramanian | Year Posted 2014
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