At birth "success" amounts to breathing
& smiling is a miracle indeed!
Later "success" implies walking
& then how well we read.
For many, friends are a barometer of "success"
& for some, prestigious diplomas is an urgent need.
Many use sex as a yardstick of "success"
or believe that accumulating wealth is what it means.
Yet when death appears
up close in the mirror
such notions start to unfray
& for me at least
a new question arises,
"Does human happiness last but a day?"