No Guts No Glory
Dare I ask what tomorrow brings
Another day of temptation to reach my hope
Yet I am prepared, even if it stings
Shadows of Doubt creep in the valleys of ordinary things
Taking and devouring those who can’t cope
Dare they ask what tomorrow brings
Yet those remaining have held on firm strings
Continue with chutzpha, despite their blind path up the steep slope
Yet they are prepared, even if it stings
A path unknown with treacherous thoughts, but worth the blings
With guts set to do what people stated as “nope”
And to dare ask what tomorrow brings
These people, audacious with the highest of pings,
And who hang the shadows of Doubt with sustaining rope,
Were most prepared, even if it stings
And now, I myself rely on these ambitious feelings
To strive through my life with most rash hope
For I may not know what tomorrow brings
But I’m well prepared, no matter how nefarious it stings