The Quitter

It's a simple poem I wrote way back in 2009.

I longed to be a wealthy man,
A person heaped with the blessings,
Of the deities who imbue the worthy,
With the essence of fortune,
Yet I succumbed beneath,
The cravings of the riches,
For I was the quitter.

I dreamed to be a famous man,
A person so widely known and liked,
That the saga of his prowess,
Expanded beyond the horizons,
Yet I had to discard those dreams,
I left them behind to rot forever,
For I was the quitter.

I starved to be an eminent man,
A person reaching the heights,
No mortal ever ascended to.
To inspect from above the lowly beings,
Yet I rid myself of the very thoughts,
Which cluttered the mind,
For I was the quitter.

I wished at last be a human,
However flawed and failed and filthy,
Donning the mantle of purity nonetheless, 
I knew of the pain I had to endure,
But the thoughts of quitting,
Never again did crossed my mind,
For I was the quitter,but not a coward.

Reviews

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. brilliant, dude ! ... absolutely brilliant ... the entire poem is exceptionally well structured and written but that last line is breathtakingly beautiful ...