Success

“Virtue is its own success,”

My fortune cookie tells me

On this rainy day in January,

The chill making me ache

So deep I don’t know

Where it ends and I begin,

“Success,” another cookie

Tells me “Is living your life

Your own, way,”

Which is all I have ever done,

Walking home in with the wet

Against my face,

As “today is the tomorrow,

We worried about yesterday,”

And in the mists and midst

Of these latest storms

“The greatest pleasure in life

Is doing what other people say

I cannot do,”

An amazing prediction

For what I have done

All my life,

But never so much

As today.