Like a road so far,
slippery path of moss,
mold waxing the trail,
barren soil of hope
a panoramic view of
no ending.
Many quits
to travel by,
never a lone fellow,
he continues to budge,
enduring the unbearable,
like a bamboo in the
storms, strong and flexible,
standing after the test,
holding a true success!
Susan T. Aparejo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/success-60/
