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