
SUCCESS IS COUNTED SWEETEST ~EMILY DICKINSON
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
Success is counted sweetest
By those who ne’er succeed.
The splendour falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story:
The long light shakes across the lakes,
Sunny streaks rouse resting eyes to Mother’s Day
Showy songbird flutters over window to serenade
She dresses in a new,
trendy short dress,
Even if it causes her younger self distress.
Two flights down at fourth
And tenth, I enter the warped
Wooden doors, losing
Sammy “Too Smart” curses the nine ball
That rattles in the corner pocket but
Doesn’t fall.
In secret, hearts beat as one,
Longing to be together, under the sun.