These days I’m striving hard to make
Judgments that are well-planned and wise,
Seeing each disappointment as
Just one more blessing in disguise,
Knowing each search for glory can
Bring an occasional defeat,
Content that victory just goes
To seekers who can take the heat.
No longer do I feel depressed
Each time I’m defeated or spurned,
Gaining practice and confidence
Each time I get shot down and burned.
But I’m aware my dreams would have
Better chance to take off and fly
If all my enemies and friends
Were as well-adjusted as I.