There's nothing really wrong with being last.
How much one loses in pursuit of first!
Each sacred soul is neither slow nor fast.
Years yield equal good to best and worst.
Each moment is too dear a sacrifice,
Alight upon the pyre of ambition,
Reduced to ashes, burned-out paradise,
Offered up to some preferred perdition.
For what could be more holy than a meal
That gives two gifts in one - both health and pleasure?
How much more satisfying, much more real
Each bite than any status one might treasure!
Pursuing some mechanical lure, the pack,
Immersed in pride, think only what they lack,
Given grace and beauty beyond measure.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
Audio and Video Music: Shattered Paths. By Aakash Gandhi. Music free to use at YouTube.