Colin F. Jones

SUCCESS

Success is achieved, in surviving war,
Yet he who dies receives the accolades,
For all that he was we cannot restore,
And the guilt in our mind never fades.
We achieve our task, dutifully unsung,
Yet always we long for the recognition,
For in our minds, we are forever young,
With a need to exemplify our position.
Yet what is success, a brief moment in time,
Or a lifetime of struggling to live,
That is measured in years until our decline,
When we’ve nothing but love left to give.
Success shines in the faces of all those we love,
And In the hearts of those we want to be with.