The Final Lap

A journey arduously long

To begin writing your life’s true song

You think you had planned it all

Underestimating the height of Murphy’s wall

Only a few miles to go

But with resources depleting

Every mile worth four

More uphill the task seeming

Many say shortcuts are easier

To me, compromise is  a stranger

What’s the joy of a journey?

If you make satisfaction your enemy

A task is meant to be done well

Only then can your heart swell

The sense of true achievement and pride show

On the retrospective road when you go

The chosen path you must walk

The set objective you must stalk

For being a man resourceful

Material wealth is less meaningful

You draw the power of your will

The ability to focus on the path uphill

Your creativity is limitless, moral fibre strong

Why even think you will go wrong?

You won’t if only you know

Why you take the path you do

For the reason is the source

Of the belief – your driving force

Believe in your goal

Then, no wall will be too tall

For belief gives you wings to fly

To rise, and to create your own high