Don’t pity his failure or count what it cost
For his time and his money is all that was lost.
You could ask rightly so, what else could he lose
So I’ll tell you in verse a few thoughts you should muse.
In the very beginning success he could feel
His visions of wealth were as though they were real.
These thoughts were his profit although they receded
For success is no better than the dream that preceded.
A dream in itself is an actual event
When you dream of a rose you include the rose scent.
How much better is winning than playing the game
If you bask in the pleasure of your own realm of fame?
So don’t pity the man who may gamble and lose
For it’s part of his joy, is this freedom to choose.
And in losing he’s winning, or so it seems
For the secret of life is in harboring dreams.
Comment from Marlyn Kinney:
Our early venulre in the chinchilla business – as Jim said, “Our first million” – prompted this musing.