[Nicholasp27]

The winning poem in the finals against boj:

Notice not the surrounding swirls of hate.
Joining their rage only hardens ones heart.
The search for joy must be your fate.
Attainment will let you rise apart
From the mob who toil and curse
Their lot and wish upon you worse.

Honest labor brings its own reward
Not in mere treasure or stamped gold
But like a song with a perfect chord
Rising to a crescendo bold.
The ache of mind or muscle brings
A delight not found in other things.

Find for yourself a burning passion
Ignoring those who follow only fashion.
A dream deferred is a dream that died.
A man lives not if he has not tried.
If you know you played it right and hard
You won’t bemoan the turn of a wrong card.

Strive as Sisyphus with rock against your shoulder.
Know, that happiness begins not at the top;
Rather at the bottom where the boulder
Must again be pushed up the unachievable outcrop.
Son I know you do not think I’m sage
But please take heed of what is on this page.