Sweet Success Poem by Thanyarat Komolsingsakul

O dear success, thou art seem sweet,
Man strives and toils, all in desire to meet.
O dear success, thou art protest,
Man falls and bows, at thine conquest.

O dear sweet success, man art in envy,
Man's life, in turmoil and in frenzy,
Aspiring and relinquishing,
...so to be at thine mercy.

O dear sweet sweet success,
Man's lot is cursed or blessed,
Living in this nest of unrest,
Hoarding more than one could ingest.

Is it a dream to be pursued?
Is it a pang of the old?
Is it Nature's grant of gold?
Or is it just...
A wish gone cold?

(2010-12-05 15: 55)