Still I Go Poem by Hannington Mumo

Here still I go against the waves of failure,
Excelling where average mortals might badly fail;
Amassing a remarkable fortune amidst all aridity,
Thankful for the rare graces lent along the weary trail.

I loathe not the paths defined by fate
Nor deride the lessons so painfully taught,
For men's ways are charted by the immutable skies -
They must be content with anything more than naught!

And now I lonely walk but steadfast and sure,
Flexible to the winds of Eternal Providence;
Grateful though I'm forced a bit to cry,
Valiant against storms so violent and dense.

No mortal man has a choice over their lot,
For thus each would be grab the best for themselves
And glut the belly of the world with unnecessary plenty,
Denying her the occasional cry that must rock her airwaves!