WHEN SUCCESS COMES

I'm a writer — I write

But you say I'm a puppy — I've got no bite. 

I'm a champion — I ride without pedals. 

Yet you say I'm a loser — I've got no medals. 

WOE UNTO UNIBEN

Woe unto UNIBEN 

Let thy name rot in history's den

For you glory in the greatness of thy gates

And pride in the many preys lured by thy bait

SMILE

When your head loses it's grip and fumbles 

And your feet are made slow by life's troubles 

Smile, not for a while 

But till all of it is past.