A strike of greatness
Buzzing in the ears
Who can say
They have no fears
The first one will get the worm
And the last one likely the will
Where there is persistence
Mental chatter is overkill
Study and work hard
The boss will pay you well
They have grease on their elbows
And the soul to sell
Time will come
When all is healed
Even vanity
Will disappear
In tears of joy
High with the birds
Ecstatic dance
Lost for words
Soaring