By JF
Those who don’t accomplish much
and some of those who do
Think their only turn of luck is to
somehow turn the screw
On some undeserving schmuck
So they too should pay their dues
And learn to not accomplish much
But somehow think they do
Bitter unrequited will,
undone by their desires
Stop to taste the berries but
get caught up in the briars
Too much too soon can burn the ground
Like too much fertilizer
And when there is no fruit to bear
These are none the wiser:
Those who do not plant the ground
Or plan around the seasons
Will always come up short except for
Being long on reasons
As to why their ground is dry -
No hive to keep the bees in
Who’s around to till the ground
But he who puts the seed in
The quickest path from a to b
Is always a straight line
And if you want to plow a row
You must learn to set your eyes
On the other side, something distant
As your guide
Yet all that you’ve accomplished
Was only moving towards the prize
Some who don’t accomplish much
And also those who do
Both find out that all their doubts
Can turn out to be true
Still the ones who do much more
But know before they do
Are less let down, into the ground
When their days are through
