Failure must have a better name
or just a straighter frame.
It must look brighter and happier
with eyes that quietly glow
rather than silently simmer.
Failure must beget more smiles
and pats and claps, a small fortune even!
It must excite, a little, social climbers
it must have its exclusive club
of autograph seekers.
Failure is soul soup (if success be soul food);
it clears weeds of unschooled ideas and
unlearnt axioms. It rewards patience,
and counts on optimism, obstinacy
to live through its thorny ambiance!
And when Failure decides to desert me
for greener grass on its hunting spree
I would be relieved, no doubt, even free.
But I would look over my shoulder
to make sure it isn’t again gaining on me!