A Recipe For Success


Measure it in the blood sweat and tears.
In the miles I walk instead of run.
In the stiff joints and long days.
In the freedoms I lose and the troubles I gain.

Measure it in the hard nights.
In my questions and doubts.
In the exact amount of times I mantra away
temptation till it causes me pain.

Measure it in the nights behind a podium.
In the handshakes and congratulations.
In the friends you've made.
In making your mom proud.

The recipe for success is imprecise.
But throw in anything you think you need.

The bowl is larger than you think.

This poem is about: 
Our world
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