The Quest
St. Paul’s Co-educational College, Victoria Anne Kwok, Poetry: Group 4
There was once a city dweller
Hopelessly stern, staid and stressed
But with audacious ambitions
He sought the secret key to success
He consulted a wise man
Who pointed him in the Western direction
To the Asian terrain of the Gobi dessert
Where perilous journeys promised copious riches
He soldiered on amidst stormy sandstorms
Braving countless gritty granules of hell
They choked and galled him mercilessly
Yet he still prevailed
He tasted every bit of the golden Gobi sun
Scorching as it was
Leaving him parched and desiccated
Besides droplets of sweat beaded on his brow
He moaned and complained
About the fruitlessness of his journey
The promised rewards for his efforts
Seemed too elusive to reach or reap
But in this disappointment
He heard the rhythmic galloping of the takhi
His heart lightened with the hopping of the jerboa
And with this beauty, his footsteps never halted
He had searched high and low for success
But ultimately found it not
For it was not written in any sand
But embedded in his soul
The strength of endurance
The devotion to a cause
The courage of adventure
Were in fact the keys to success
