The recipe for my success

And secret to my happiness

Lies not in solemn certainty 

But in life’s possibilities

I know of beauty, know of pain

I know of tribulation’s bane

I know religion, but no God

Philosophy, I know by nod

And yet, my destiny still counts

Drunk sweet or bitter, every ounce

And though my journey bring me grief

Or sometimes challenge my beliefs

Or cause me shame or lay me low

Or blind me with misfortune’s blow

Or carry me to heaven’s heights

I’ll glory in my fall or flight

Because I’ll know that I have lived

When facing the alternative

For when the years at last unfold

It’s overcoming that makes gold 

The alchemy of my success

And secret to my happiness

My potion pure in potency

And rich elixir’s remedy

Is knowing as I face my fate

My trials are what make me great

Marcia Thornton

Sunday, August 27, 2017

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