Alone In My Room Poem by Doris Cornago

What's success? You are often asked this question at some point and you tend to define it with things you've accomplished and material things that show exactly that - certificates of ownership, house, car, jewels, positions, degrees which only clutter your physical and mental compartments. I don't blame you - the world adores a successful person and spurns a loser. This poem expresses another point of view on success.