Success

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Will I find success?

I asked her

My mentor

and my friend

My philosopher

and counselor

Well, she-

wise as a sage

With a contemplative

look on her face-

Questioned

What do you consider

Success to be?

Young and naive

I answered with

The standard response

Money, fame, power.

I saw

the disappointment

Color her eyes

As she turned away

And looked out

The window

At the grey storm clouds

Threatening to deluge

The swaying green trees

With God’s tears

She turned again

Towards me

And prophesied

Success will be yours

My dear.

Still not satisfied

I asked again