<h2><SPAN name="page118"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>CONCENTRATION</h2>
<p class="poetry">The age is too diffusive. Time and
Force<br/>
Are frittered out and bring no satisfaction.<br/>
The way seems lost to straight determined action.<br/>
Like shooting stars that zig-zag from their
course<br/>
We wander from our orbit’s pathway; spoil<br/>
The rôle we’re fitted for, to fail in twenty.<br/>
Bring empty measures, that were shaped for plenty,<br/>
At last as guerdon for a life of toil.<br/>
There’s lack of greatness in this generation<br/>
Because no more man centres on one thought.<br/>
We know this truth, and yet we heed it not:<br/>
The secret of success is Concentration.</p>
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