There Will Be No Losers

(Note: Many times we brand someone a loser if she or he fails to earn a certain sum of money, or fails to become a CEO or to paint that famous canvas. Clement Moore, author of The Night Before Christmas, was considered a failure by many of his contemporaries. We all know this lovely poem by memory even today. Was Moore truly a failure?)

There will be no losers in heaven, I say
Each will be some kind of champ
There will be no deadlines to stress one out
Or racking one’s brain as to what life’s about

There will be no hatred, there will be no envy
In this kingdom built without locks
There will be no thieving, no soul deceiving
No sudden shocks or pox

There will be no encyclopedias, no dictionaries, Bud,
For knowledge will not require sweat
There will be, yes, abundant love and happiness
To prove I’m not high, I’ll take your bet.