FAT CIRCLE- THE CIRCLES CRUCIBLE
O, fairest Circle, thou dost bear
Pain as thy essence, beyond compare
For gain, a price in anguish paid
And failures sting, a virtue made
Trust not to sail, lest thou dost stray
My hope, like bulb, doth strive to sway
Prevailing, lest I be the tail
In fortunes queue, a lowly fall
This Circle, a jail of self-made might
No bail, no respite, from endless fight
Without thy will, it doth decay
Thou art the master of each trials way
Stale grows the spirit, unexercised
Hard-won success, through pain, realized
Times relentless march, this Circle keeps
Move in line, lest stumbling, thou dost creep
Opportunities, like challenges, abound
Strive, and success, in lasting glories found
Yet, humility’s virtue, hard to claim
When pride and struggle, in Circles frame
