rough new prizes

Listen! I will be honest with you,
I do not offer the old smooth prizes,
but offer rough new prizes,
These are the days that must happen to you:
You shall not heap up what is call’d riches,
You shall scatter with lavish hand
all that you earn or achieve,
You but arrive at the city to which you were destin’d,
you hardly settle yourself to satisfaction before
you are call’d by an irresistible call to depart…

--from Song of the Open Road by Walt Whitman