No-one is born with a manual
There is no given plan
We have to work out our own way
Of getting on with our fellow man
We have to decide what is right
(And whatever we have decided
May alter from morning to night!)
We must try and be true to our feelings
Without giving too much offence
Not follow to please other people
And lose self-respect in pretence
Treat others as we would be treated
Help love and respect pass around
Never dwell on what we have lost
But celebrate what we have found
To realise guaranteed success
Is a secret given to none
Knowing the secret of failure is simple:
Trying to please everyone
© Ray Mather 1996
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