Someone Else Cries Poem by C.F. Wilkins

Is greatness measured by the prize won
or the good character of the heart...
the sadness of the one scorned...
or the one who just plays the part?
Does someone measure their victory
by the grief of the loser's cry...
the strength of the strategy
or the sound of a sullen sigh?
Cutting through the tranquility
a bragging voice is heard,
disturbing peaceful reality
with word after vain word.
Don't carve your insolent ramblings
into my calm soul.
Because you are only gambling
that your best is yet to be told.
For, time will yield to certain change
and age will bear this out...
conceit is surely something strange
and a boast becomes a pout.
Do heaps of unmerited gain
deserve thunderous applause?
At the risk of somone else's pain
Is it counted worth the cause?
Amidst the taunting of your fame
something sad there underlies.
For, while you're lifting up your name
someone else sadly cries.
In the path of life's circumstances
there is an open plea.
And when there is a turn of chances
perhaps by then you'll see.
So, make a boast, click a toast
and drink to yourself only.
Then, in the end, at the most
who will click the toast of the lonely?
Then- someone else - will surely cry.