The Winners.

 

What's the moral? Who rides may read.

When the night is dark and the tracks are blind

A friend in a pinch is a friend indeed,

But a fool to wait for the laggard behind

Down to Gehenna or up to the Throne ‑

He travels the fastest who travels alone.

 

White hands cling to the tightened rein,a

Slipping the spur from the booted heel,

Tenderest voices cry: "Turn again!"

Red lips tarnish the scabbarded steel.

High hopes faint on a warm hearth stone ‑

He travels the fastest who travels alone.

 

One may fall but he falls by himself ‑

Falls by himself, with himself to blame.

One may attain and to him is the pelf ‑

Loot of the city in gold or fame.

Plunder of earth shall be all his own

Who travels the fastest and travels alone.

 

Therefore the more be you helped and stayed,

Stayed by a friend in the hour of toil,

Sing the heretical song I have made ‑

His be the labour, and yours the spoil.

Win by his aid and the aid disown ‑

He travels the fastest who travels alone!

 

 

(Rudyard Kipling)