One cannot get blood out of stone
Willful waste make woeful wants
And what the eye does not admire
The hear does not desire
No man ever desires to rule in the kingdom of poverty
He would rather dwell in the huts of affluence
Than ride in the palanquin of penury
How wicked riches would be to him
Is not his headache compared to
The kindness poverty would show him
He would rather fall prey to the hazards of wealth
Than to lie in the bosom of dearth
What belongs to everybody belongs to nobody
Thus, everyone seeks to live by this adage,
"God for us all, one for himself"
And wherever there is a will, there is certainly a way
But the nature of the way has always been the question
Some walk on carpets of roses to lay hold of success
Other would have to creep under thorns
And swim through snows and ice
Before success smiles at them
Note that what costs nothing is worth nothing
It is often said that the end justifies the means
But the truth is, the means justifies the end
He who grasps success through foul means
Would eventually grab sadness through fatal scenes
© wiseafricanagh