Ambition
All men to great
deeds aspire
For it some men rise
from circumstance dire
Ever they seek to
rise higher and higher
If one has run far,
the other farther
Aye they seek with chisels
of wax
To on Time immortal
carve a crack
If possible to carve
a name
And lend to it glory
and fame
In striving so they’ve
shed many a tear
Sweated blood,
suffered in fears
Broke their back,
lost family and friends
Striving always, till
the end
And at the end, did
they ever know?
Time’s many notches
were infamy so
And those who on Time’s
wall blazed a name
Cared more of others
and less of fame
Copyright © 2017 by May Kwek