Endurance Poem by Frank Sheehan

It's the survival
of the fittest
on this merry-go-round
of a planet.

It's a marathon,
not a sprint.
Whomever can endure
the meanderings

of this environment
will be the last
person standing.
You have to live

cool, calm, collected
to be able
to survive
a long prosperous life.

Not in monetary terms,
but in spiritual,
with a keen eye
to the perpetual

relativity that exists
within confines
of this reality.