Sonnet-The Wiser Man

Two types of men can rise up to the top; The first by luck, by pluck, the easy way; But in the end, he proves to be a flop; And hence accepts defeat, calls it a day. The other rises by sheer labor, sweat; The rise is phenomenal but so rough; He has no reason much to fume or fret; Though blessed by God, his life was indeed tough. Which of these types of men, you belong to? The former gets rewarded here on earth; The latter gets rewards in heaven too; God gives him satisfaction and great mirth. One’s name and fame must be destined by God; When earned by human toil alone, 'tis odd.