THE MEASURE OF SUCCESS

keithgarrettpoetry

 

Not to climb the highest mountain but too climb many mountains as high as you can,

To win the marathon not as important as too finish many.

To sail around the world is great, too sail to places of dreams greater,

It’s not to sing the best song ever written but too write many good songs.

To work one hard day in your life is no accomplishment,

Too work hard everyday and give it your all is of greatness.

If to you having many friends is the greatest,

Then having one great friend is of value like no other.

If you can touch the world with many beautiful poems then that is beauty,

To hold onto only one of importance holds no treasure.

If you are of morality, if your word means something and your hand shake is strong

Then you are successful, if you are not a quitter…

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A PERSON

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A PERSON

One of the strange things that happens to me, is the strong feeling for someone close, next to me, just as God is close to me.

A physical person or friends, someone with my characteristics, someone who understands me.

Sometimes people hint to me that I am uninterested. Uninterested they say?

They are wrong!

How could they?

But, but sometimes I believe it.

Is it wrong to feel lonely or insecure, even when the entire earth is all around?

No really, I am asking you the question, because I don’t know!

For, from time to time this is the feeling I have.

But there is an inner peace, a strange drive that spurs me on today, something that is sacred.
April 2002

HERE WE ARE

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HERE WE ARE

Today is another day, yet it is somewhat different too most days.
Outside my window, rain drops are trickling down from the frosty blue, white and gray skies.
No, in my head there are no colours; no colours in my mind, yet my thoughts are comparable to the bleeding sky.

 

Although the raging rains are outside, there is a sort of intermittent calm, a peace.

 

I too, I am tired, yet there is a strange inner peace within my body.

 

But the inner harmony is not always so. The things I do continually at times becomes wearisome and I need to rest a while, catch my rhythm, look at life, look at what I have become, what I am doing with my life! And, how far my progress has reached.
April 2002