Progress

Progress is an ugly word.

Ill begotten, oft reversed,

Both well-earned and undeserved,

Something loved, but also spurned.

Progress means a new advance--

Some think that's to take a stand:

Do what you know others can't,

Work to stick it to the man.

Progress means a forward step--

Some think standing still is best:

Stubborn, sliding backwards yet

As the world moves nonetheless.

Progress is an ugly word--

Hated just because it hurts;

Each win takes at least one burn;

Being first means being learned.

Every man thinks he is right.

Progress, then, is hard to find;

But if you put your hand in mine,

We can walk, our steps aligned.