Lento Maez


Success At Last


Equipped for failure
Yet he didn’t fail
He took on the world
Spread his wings full sail
Doubters derided him
As if it were no sin
Through it all he trudged
His vision didn’t budge
Through all this abuse
He couldn’t refuse
The dream that he had
Since we was a lad
He became a success
And I have to confess
That boy was me

Submitted: Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Edited: Thursday, March 20, 2014

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  • Khairul Ahsan (3/30/2014 1:51:00 AM)

    Very nice, both the penning of the poem and taking on the troubles of life squarely, and ultimately achieving 'success at last'! Well done.10/10.
    I wonder though how you were 'equipped for failure'.
    'And I have to confess
    That boy was me' - The end of suspense!
    Congratulations on your achieving 'Success At Last'! (Report) Reply

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