Thursday, January 18, 2018

O Men and Women! Give me your pretty ears



SONNET  477
O Men and Women! Give me your pretty ears
I want to tell you the top secret of megahit:
That will remove all your hidden fears
The important piece of victory that is the grit
Of your aims and object but you know it not
Everything rows in soul: love, victory and hate
The foolish trace them in efforts, Alas poor lot
Rests in the golden cocktail, yea, small or great
The secret of success on earth nothing but desire
As we need oxygen in the heart failure state
A stronger will convert iron into gold with the fire
Of an intense itch, it is man’ by birth poor mate

Success rests on the stronger will in every field
The craft of hands cuts iron not the poor shield