Make Sacrifices Sometimes
The sun cannot rise without chasing the moon,
The harvest won’t come if the seeds are not strewn.
To walk on a path where the greatness resides,
One must leave the shore and the comfort of tides.
For life is a ledger of give and of take,
And choices are anchors that we must forsake.
It isn't a loss when the spirit is wise,
To learn that we all must make sacrifices sometimes.
Consider the scholar in halls dim and deep,
Who barters his rest while the rest of us sleep.
He misses the party, the laughter, the light,
To trade for a future that’s steady and bright.
The ink on his fingers, the ache in his eyes,
Are tokens of growth in a quiet disguise.
He knows that the ladder he’s destined to climb,
Is built on the ruins of wasted-free time.
Or look to the athlete who rises at dawn,
When frost is still clinging to grass on the lawn.
The sweets are rejected, the muscles are strained,
For a moment of glory that’s hardly attained.
Each mile that is run in the biting of cold,
Is a debt paid in silver for dreams made of gold.
The body may tremble, the spirit may cry,
But the podium waits for the ones who apply.
