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I left school
many years ago feeling a failure, and that feeling stayed with me for years.
One
night, a complete stranger and I were chatting at a bar. He was a successful businessman
staying at a local hotel. ‘It makes me mad,’ he said, ‘when people talk about success
and failure. Some people seem to get what they want in life and others don’t.
For a start, though, appearances are often deceptive. Besides, it isn’t what we
think we want in life that counts,
but what we know we have. If what we
have makes us happy, that’s success.’
‘The
trouble is,’ he went on, ‘ so many people don’t realize what they have because they are too busy wishing
things different. Take me, for example. I’ve done well in my career and worked
hard for it, but I’m looking for another job because I’ve finally woken up to
the fact that I hardly see my wife and kids for weeks at a time. When I think of
my family, that’s when I feel
successful, not when I am checking my bank statement. I’ve been too busy trying
to give them everything they need that I forgot they need me too, just as I
need them.’
‘Look at
what you need to make you happy, man, and go for it. Everyone’s needs are
different so it follows that everyone’s measure of so-called success or failure
will be different too, right?’
I could
only nod and think on…
This poem is a kenning.
NEVER
CALL ME NAMES
I wear no
medals for battles won
nor will
I ever walk on a red carpet
while
everyone around me
applauds,
begs me pause and lend
my
signature to whatever
association
with fame and fortune
may haunt
and taunt us
at every
turn, poor companion
to
self-deception
It’s
unlikely I will journey into space,
walk on
the moon, find water on Mars
or even
help repair a space station,
cross
from pole to pole, raise the flag
on a
mountain, pose with royalty,
leave my
mark on the century - but
for
getting older, growing closer
to
nature, letting its finer spirituality
define my
sexuality
What care
I if no one speaks of me
in the
same breath as classic writers
musicians,
dancers, inventors,
founders
of religions before they lost
their
way, politicians suing
for peace
where all around them
confounded
by lies? I care not,
only that
none should speak my name
in fear,
pain or shame
Out of
sheer spite, some call me Failure
that live
among those who know better
Copyright
R. N. Taber 2010
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