Thursday, December 10, 2009

The Stepping Stone

The ground cumbling beneath my feet,
only lingering taste is defeat.
I have forgot how it was to win
can success ever come here on in.

My past that should have been,
and future that will never be seen,
mock me sitting side by side,
from a gloomy present I cannot hide.

Courage is easy to embrace
when you are undisputed ace,
to keep going once falls darkness,
that measures your greatness.

Each defeat, each fall is a boon,
from it, learn you must soon
for the world is turning fast
and there is no prize to finish last.

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