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The road called success
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For Print A bird in hand is worth two in bush
or so our thoughts are trained
inertia, veiled as security
is in our minds ingrained
Success is a path through a mighty desert
with never a chance of rain
a place where few dare to venture
and from which fewer emerge again
I too have long walked this path
with a half filled cup in my hand
some victories, twice as many defeats
are my marks upon the sand
What's kept me going all this while
is the proverbial cup of age
half empty for most, but in my eyes
that other half is faith
