Concentration
The age is too diffusive. Time and Force Are frittered out and bring no satisfaction. The way seems lost to straight determined action. Like shooting stars that zig-zag from their course We wander from our orbit's pathway; spoil The role we're fitted for, to fail in twenty. Bring empty measures, that were shaped for plenty, At last as guerdon for a life of toil. There's lack of greatness in this generation Because no more man centres on one thought. We know this truth, and yet we heed it not: The secret of success is Concentration.
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"The age is too diffusive. Time and Force..."
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