Success

Success is measured differently by those who seek its grace.

To some it means more money, or just a better place.

A fancy car, a shooting star. a beauty at your side.

All things we show our fellow man shining through our pride.

From womb to tomb our lives are spent in search of something more.

A better job, a friendly mob, and riches door-to-door.

We seek seccess and damn the rest, we know just what we want.

A slice of life that's free of strife or something we can flaunt.

We're all alone together just struggling through the herd.

We miss the smiles amid our trials and give no kindly word.

A trip to Rome, a bigger home then off to the South of France.

Some caviar. a fine cigar or maybe one more chance.

Success is measured differently by those who seek its grace.

To me it means a hand to hold or just a smiling face.

A soul to love. a cooing dove. its simple in the end,

There is no success better than having one true friend,