He feels it,
he lives for it.
Spent half a life pushing it forward,
what he wouldn’t give for it.
Saw naysayers put in their places,
feels like he’s scaling the foothills of greatness.
Holding all four aces, he braced,
for the next few years being some for the ages.
No time to heed, pride comes before the fall,
for now he shines, all rose, no thorn.
