Each day, a grain of sand falling in the hourglass
Landing in the same pile, countless days wasted.
Never progressing, each grain identical to the rest.
Each day, falling in the same pile as the last.
But what if, each of us were to conquer the day?
Breaking that hourglass, expanding our grains of sand,
Accomplishing more than light beer and tv dinners.
Having your name wandering in the thoughts of others.
For we all can be a name, immortalized in books,
Gone but never forgotten, motivation to be remembered.
Our goals all are but achievable, the right drive required
To be dead but never forgotten, your life was a success.
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