Classic Poem

Please let me pass, I am in a hurry,
My gracious, such a great crowd,
It is now half-past seven,
I hear the town clock striking aloud.

Let you pass? Why, who's holding you?
Just elbow your way through the crowd,
Everybody here is in a hurry,
And nobody murmurs aloud.

If you stand back and wait for a clearing,
While everybody else elbows his way,
You'll never get to your office,
You'll stand on this corner all day.

But I don't like to jostle the ladies,
And I don't like to squeeze between men,
But I must get away from this corner,
Hark! I hear the clock striking again.

Everybody is in a great hurry,
No one notices while you stand there,
Each one elbows his way to a clearing,
Each one hurries to get him a share.

This world is a great busy thoroughfare,
To succeed you must elbow your way,
If you wait for success to come to you,
You'll wait there and die in dismay.