Problems are not stop signs, they are guidelines.
Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.
The dog that trots about finds a bone.
Without hard work, nothing grows but weeds.
Quality is not an act, it is a habit.
Go for it now. The future is promised to no one.
After a storm comes a calm.
Leap, and the net will appear.
Be gentle to all and stern with yourself.
Never complain and never explain.
However, if a poem can be reduced to a prose sentence, there can't be much to it.
Well, if this is poetry, I'm certainly never going to write any myself.