Arthur Q. Kromwelle

Success

Success - it wasn’t mine for the taking
Not always
But when it was, oh how it was.

Success - is measured in small victories.
Always
But when the victory is big, how big it is.

Success - I hardly knew ye.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 29, 2009

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  • Greenwolfe 1962 (2/10/2009 12:40:00 PM)

    Until the last line I understood this poem. After the last line, I hardly knew it.

    GW62

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