Success looks at Failure from the opposite street,
His direction wasn't chosen by his feet,
Success who has many father's,
are the reason Failure is an orphan,
You chase and seize as a proud father of Success,
Neglect and Disowning any Regress,
Never accepting that you made the mess,
When the glory comes,
all wants it,
But when the mess arrives,
You want to shun it
Don't make the orphan,
Own up to it,
For if you make it your son,
Success will yield from it!
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My Thoughts On Love
PoetryMy Composition of Love, Some like heart-aches, N' some like a dove Harmonious yet Lucrative, Parallel and Addictive, These Compositions Are: My Thoughts On Love
