Onlooker

Onlooker

How lucky art thou, my brother!

Thou happy wretch,

Thou hast attained success;

While I, miserable mortal,

Haven’t even tried

And already given up.

Thou hast faced thy demons,

Calmed all thine fears, 

Scaled the peak, 

And claimed success.

I, cowardly one that I am,

I have waited and waited,

Tried yet and again,

And still I am no closer to success.

I envy thee, my brother,

But I wish thee no harm.

No ill will I bear thee,

Just grief for myself.

For thou deserveth thy prize,

Let no one refute thy claim.

I must now be content

To patiently await my chance;

Try yet again,

And maybe fail once again.

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just because i can, wolfie,

Dedicated to Rhodar