The Best

“I must keep on trying

Do all my best

Till I’m much, much better

Better than the rest.”

This is the rhyme

That passes through the head

Of many, many people

Whether they live east or west

But sometimes in my heart

I wonder what’s the need

Who do we try to please?

With all our petty little deeds

Some little try for themselves

But many work for another

And in the end they’re all still blind

To all the pain and all the bother

And so we still continue

On and on we will go

We keep on doing all our best

Even with no accomplishments to show.