Success Feels Better When Failure Comes First

Some days I’m like…..

That torn dollar bill, feeding rejected when vending

The outcast on media as fifty shades is trending

I’m that leaf in the wind that lays gutter bound

That straw that broke the camels back, buckling to the ground

others days it’s more like…

That dollar bill was used for a greater cause

Those worthy sought the outcast and found hands for an applause

The leafs downward journey was not without its measure

The second hump remained in tact as the camel drunk its pleasure

and then I’m like that…

Star that never shines brightest, yet’s key in constellations

When awards are won, my names not sung, yet speeches preach appreciations

I stand in line and pass the time surveying the halted hooves

Tapping toes, impatient blows, create my line bound blues