At the t- junction of confusion met four hardworking men,

Trapped in their bags was hope,wish,desire and want,

Though oblivious to them was what the future holds,

But they hope success will find it rightful home in their abode.




The first man,was preparing for his exams,

The books,he had studied enough to allay his fears,

Pay or fail your papers,the words of his lecturers resonated in his head,

But he quietly hoped success would crown his hardworking days.




Next was a young man who desired growth in his business,

Dupe the gullible ones, cheat,avoid tax was the Advice from it brethren,

But to hard work he'll stay true to,and not cut corners,

With the hope success would arrive later or sooner.



Next was a man of God who was truly called,

The ministry was few,and he was advice to make his prophecy false,

To lead him,he held on to his all conquering god.

with the hope that sooner the congregation will be so much.

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The next was a budding singer,who desired the world at it feet,

The mix of talent, hardowk couldn't achieve this feat,

Adviced to go metaphysical or join the occult league

never the chase for clumsy success would never make him betray his creed.



But they knew life doesn't owe hard work any result,

The magnitude of today's work,doesn't determine tomorrow's joy,

Life is avenue for thousands of unreal plot,

Where everything and nothing is sure.



But yet in the journey for success they marched forward,

With confusion in their heart they pressed on,

Though they knew not,what the futures holds,

yet they kept hoping for success to rest in their abode