by Steve Thompson
(methuen, ma USA)
When first you strive the pain is real,
Once you find that life has bit your heel,
A voice within you starts to cry,
"Is it time to quit and say good bye?"
You start again on life's crusade,
To achieve, to strive, just to have it fade,
From your knees, you start to view,
What was a shell of the former you.
You start to wince when others may say,
"I love winning, I've won another time today",
Failure is not where you are,
For there is no place so bizarre,
Instead it's a figment in your head,
Waiting for the winning thread,
To weave it's loom of promise there,
To help your failure return to it's lair.
So smile, and start to turn the leaf,
Of all the hopes and new beliefs.
To make the failure stand anew,
His life restored - and his future too.
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