As I walk this land of broken promises,
Success is just an illusion,
Filled with despair and oppression.

Visions of success start all around,
But for me they come tumbling down,
And crumble on the ground.

What becomes of the oppressed,
Who struggle for success,
And only turn up depression?

I've just got find a way,
I've been searching everywhere,
For a way to become successful.

I lost my way yesterday,
I started my search again today,
Will I find success this time?

Byron E. Hams
9-28-75

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