All men to great deeds aspire
For it some men rise from circumstance dire
Ever they seek to rise higher and higher
If one has run far, the other farther
Aye they seek with chisels of wax
To on Time immortal carve a crack
If possible to carve a name
And lend to it glory and fame
In striving so they’ve shed many a tear
Sweated blood, suffered in fears
Broke their back, lost family and friends
Striving always, till the end
And at the end, did they ever know?
Time’s many notches were infamy so
And those who on Time’s wall blazed a name
Cared more of others and less of fame
Copyright © 2017 by Kwek Yi Zhen
Originally from: http://poemsforocassions.blogspot.com/2017/04/ambition.html
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