At least ten years ago I heard it: If
you don’t know where you’re going, any road
will take you there. I memorized that whiff
of wisdom, locked it in like magic code,
for it’s too good to lose. I recollect
it frequently, as businesses expire –
ten thousand sole proprietors neglect
to form the plans all sound campaigns require.
A life accumulates like beads on thread –
from root to route it gathers segments fast.
Live long enough, and after you are dead
we’ll rate the inventory you amassed.
And only if you’re faithful to intent
will that include accomplishments you meant.