Among those that profess a trade
Many are barely good enough to grade
Just as many practice an ordinary claim
All reputed to the crowd by the brilliant trifle
Forge application and skill in tedium,
To win your place on the reputed podium.
Borrowed glory only lasts so long,
An unworthy mare never ran a furlong;
Genuine talent will endure.
Stroked dispassionately by Time,
Failure sharpens to a keen edge.
Success is monumental; why do you fudge?
Yet another from my collection. My amateur attempts at poetry is a relaxing way to pass my spare time.
