THE GOAL

The goal his father said,

Was to reach the top.

King of the hill.

Cream of the crop.

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He struggled hard.

The road was long.

Even on good days.

Things still went wrong.

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Conquering it all.

Nothing left to pursue.

Still not happy with life.

These goals made him blue.

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Was this what living,

Is all about?

Over achieving.

And then bow out.

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Now taking the time.

Looking back with resolve.

It seems pursuing a simple life.

Is the best goal of all.