What Drives a Soul to Success.
Success is always reachable but you mustr stretch far enough
Never give up even if it is just your last breath that is successfu, you will have died still tryingl
What moves a soul
to find success,
when second chances
can't be found
and circumstances
drag you down
and each rejection
slows progress
How does such
stress bring
happiness.
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When hope so
often is erased
by all the apathy
that's faced
an endless backwash
of cold shoulders
as each year fades
and dreams grow older.
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What drives a soul
to find success
No limousines will
cart you there
they come much
later..... past despair
you'll scrape your
soul for something rare
and still wind up
without a prayer....
riding your thumb
most everywhere.
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We all have danced
with Lady Luck
and felt the grace
of fame awestruck,
then found she's just
a nip and tuck,
a thing of beauty
run amok
a 14 carat
plastic smile,
and skin
stretched
w i d e
to hide what's vile
false promises
for just a while
tucked in a
stone heart
filled with bile.
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One has to bend
and bear the weight
of being anything
but great
though burdened....
constantly create
until your efforts
set you straight
upon that path
where many wait.
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But even then
it's random picks
selecting stars
to fill the flicks,
choosing guitars
to play the licks,
printing the poems
they deem classics,
framing the art
that's pure graphics.
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There is no ticket,
no free ride,
only one door
gets you inside,
and many more
wind up curbside
the good ones
take it all in stride.
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Just when you think
that you've struck gold
tear it all down
and then remold
your finest works
.....begin again
until they shine
like platinum.
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And if you struggle
till you're old
on endless wonders
left untold,
and windup
six feet deep,
ice cold
perhaps they'll find
the works
you've scrolled,
the songs,
your poems,
those films unsold,
and you'll at long last
be bankrolled
with fame
posthumously extolled.
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© 2010 Matthew Frederick Blowers III
