Ambition Poem by Paul Reed

Ambition
Is that puffing-out of pride
A central, innermost fire
That serves the creator
And no-one else;
It is a driven, selfish thing
Which does not know proportion
Or equanimity,
It can be fuelled by hardship
The taking away of a hurt,
But, essentially, it is for one's self
And cannot arrive at any joint location,
Be self-sacrificing or compromising,
Or happy to rest on it's laurels;
Ambition
Cannot be twinned with contentment
Cannot be switched off like a light-bulb
It is always there
Eating away at happiness;
And like a wanderlust
It will always be thirsty and unquenched
No matter how high the office taken
There is always a higher office
Always a horizon
And never a resting place.