That they would like to achieve recognition we all crave
Our life aspirations go with us on our journey to the grave,
But ’tis hard to be a winner where everybody wants to win
And to be seen as a loser is worse than a mortal sin
And few for the right reasons ever make the headline news
And for one to be a winner so many have to lose
But ’tis when you lose ambition you are amongst the living dead
And you grow depressed and listless whilst others stride ahead
Like the horse slow from the barrier who will never run a place
In your climb on the success hill you do seem out of the race
Yet everyone is gifted in their own special way
And everybody does count despite what some do say.

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