On Living - Poem by Roland Cho
We would enjoy humility,
If we were not prescribed such humility.
Humility in character draws;
Humility imposed bores.
Be what you are,
And work for what you want.
The branch that prevents the others
Soon has no strength for its own fruit.
The branch that preserves the others
Is sure to get water and sunlight for its fruits.
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