The selfish soul of mine
Often sullen, wonders,
“What would I get
By toiling hard under
Scorching heat
For endless time
When the smell of success
May not be mine?”
The selfless soul replies
With a patient smile,
“Embarking on
Walking those miles,
One must forget,
Progress or regress;
The journey in itself
Is a hallmark of success.”
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
The selfish soul of mine
Often sullen, wonders,
“What would I get
By toiling hard under
Scorching heat
For endless time
When the smell of success
May not be mine?”
The selfless soul replies
With a patient smile,
“Embarking on
Walking those miles,
One must forget,
Progress or regress;
The journey in itself
Is a hallmark of success.”
