The world applauds the hollow and the loud
Who rise on ladders built of vanity’s shroud
As slave to the shallow praises of the crowd
Hollow and restless souls, they cannot hide.
Yet seeing how they strain for fleeting praise
A quiet wisdom blooms within my conscience
I turn my back upon their frantic, fevered pace
To claim a quiet oasis of solace and peace.
No longer driven by craving for a name or fame
Or even wealth that weighs the spirit like a stone
I seek no honours, never play a deceptive game
But walk a path that peace has filled with grace.
I just do my part, untouched by praise or blame
A steady soul, whose poise remains the same.
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