During the saga of my good old days
Had waded through the ups and downs
Thick and thin, fires and waters,
weal and woes
And all the patches of life
Putting my shoulders to the wheel
was a continuous process
Going through the mill
was like a meal
But getting to the zenith of my career
was my ideal desire
My journey to success started
from the scratch
And I kept on scratching
Timing and direction
were key to my fortune
Though the race
was not to the swift
Even the battle
was not to the strong
But time and chance
cannot be over emphasized
To every junction of life
there are partings of the ways
Mingling with people
from all walks of life
was a mere privilege
Added to my philosophy of life
were values, morals, relationships
And most vital is the fear of GOD.
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