“I wish you enough”, my mother said
In a printed article she had read
Which seemed at first sight rather tough
How can she wish me ‘just enough’?
But as I read the passage through
I understood how it rang true
As if one has what one desires
In full, at once, how soon one tires.
The value somehow is impaired
Life’s little joys are best when shared.
If one comes top, or wins each race
With ease, there’s no thrill in the chase.
So when the road is hard, be strong
Confront the obstacles head on
Continue at your own sweet pace
It’s enough to come in second place!
(c) Poet in the woods 2013