Looking over your shoulder at the competition, tho helpful, is living in a shroud! |
Looking over one’s shoulder At the useless competition Will certainly help one overcome, Despite their talk and mention, But that causes you to commit to winning, Every minute of your life, A constant duty and hassle, Now consuming one in strife. A man or woman’s shoulder Should rise up tall and proud, Not be stooped or covered In a dark and gloomy shroud… Saying one can’t be or do Is not a useful surmise – And looking over one’s vigilant shoulder Is certainly not wise! I’ve grown older every minute, Looking over my shoulder, At a competition I deemed useless, Making me grow colder. I’m not saying I should win; I take losing for granted, But tolerating a mindless challenge Is such a cruel seed planted… I believe this useful lesson Can be extrapolated, For one’s concern for winning Can make one less elated. If the competition thinks That kicking butt agrees, They may string you out for hours, Doing as they please… Just face forward; do not live This life of doom each minute, A calm and peaceful, tranquil life Awaits you, so don’t do it! One’s career is happily made By all they achieve in time; So just face forward, don’t look back, And sizzle in your prime! |