The road to success is not straight
There is a curve called failure
A potholes called temptations
A loop called confusion
Speed bump called enemies
There are road signs called experience
Caution lights called family
There are traffic wardens called mentors
There are road safety officers called rules
You would meet other cars called friends
While driving on the road called life
And then slow down on holdup called marriage
Speed up on express called finances
You will have flat tyres called disappointments
But if you have a spare tyre called determination
And engine called perseverance
Insurance called faith
And a driver called Jesus
You will make it to the splace called success
In the evening you rest called death.
Success is a journey and not a destination it is a proccess
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