A Children’s Story
A Little Motivation For The Child Within Us All
Look at how fast I run/beneath the mid-day Sun/they think I’m having fun/but I have a serious mission that must be done.
Mid-way there/thin becomes the air/I stop, drop, and roll, as everyone laughs and stare.
Now I’m back where I started/a little broken-hearted/but me and this mission will not be departed.
So I begin again, faster this time/a bit higher I climb/reaching the top is the only thought on my mind.
But again, thin becomes the air/I stop, drop, and roll, as everyone laughs and stare.
Then in a blink/I begin to think. It’s not about how fast I get there, but getting there that should matter most of all/to walk and not run will ensure I won’t lose my breathe and fall.
So, I begin my stride/the closer I get to the top, my happiness I can’t hide/I start to feel a great sense of pride.
The bystanders begin to applaud and cheer/oh what a magnificent sound this is to hear.
Now, as I stand on the top of the hill with a smile on my face/I realize that the path to success isn’t meant for a sprint, but a slow and steady pace.