The smallest achievement or success
Is enormous in my eyes;
"Fame" and "fortune" and "world renown"
Compose my coveted prize.
But I am young and still naive
And quick to seek applause;
I lack polish and experience
And am prideful without cause.
It will take years to hone
The words formed in my brain.
As I whet my pen I must remember
That without prudence, there is no gain.
So as I write this weary road,
I must proceed with care,
And if I am wise, I might reach the end
And find my glory there.
Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 9:23 AM UTC
The smallest achievement or success
Is enormous in my eyes;
"Fame" and "fortune" and "world renown"
Compose my coveted prize.
But I am young and still naive
And quick to seek applause;
I lack polish and experience
And am prideful without cause.
It will take years to hone
The words formed in my brain.
As I whet my pen I must remember
That without prudence, there is no gain.
So as I write this weary road,
I must proceed with care,
And if I am wise, I might reach the end
And find my glory there.
"Wisely, and slow; They stumble that run fast."
Eagerness does not equal mastery.
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