Poem -

You Judge Yourself

~~Should we be proud of our achievements?
I suspect it depends as to what they are

Did we tread on people to get where we are?
Or did we accept and respect the people around us

Have we acquired fast sums of money?
By honesty and hard work or be cheating and using others

Are our achievements about personal gain?
Or do they extend to share our fortune and prize

Do we stand tall with gloat and selfish acts
Or do we stay small and say 'Im lucky' with humility

Which gives the most fruitful reward?
To live in shame of how we acquired what we have
Or to live with peace of heart that we hurt no one in our quest

To be successful is a state of mind
Your achievements may not be valued by others

Success is yours in whatever you want
Do not judge small triumphs
   
Small steps are the only way to move forward
If a man is mindful he will celebrate true wealth

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Jane Richards

Good and thought provoking, I love it, my applause, my vote

To be successful is a state of mind
Your achievements may not be valued by others

Success is yours in whatever you want
Do not judge small triumphs
Small steps are the only way to move forward
If a man is mindful he will celebrate true wealth

Regards

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Jane Richards

Thankyou....... We should all remind ourselves of how we became what we are and judge no one unless we profess we are perfect.

Your work is both thought provoking and inspiring.

jane

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