and the scabs of pain now peel.
But even though your hands are
calloused and scarred by climbing that rope,
don’t stop now—find new hope.
To build upon again and again
and go beyond what they call fame.
For fame and fortune can have an end.
It can disappear so quick and sudden.
But not always is there fame and wealth
Success is just doing more than your best.
So when you think you’ve reached the top—look up.
There’s a lot which can be done.
So keep climbing and never stop.
I know I said earlier that a man must follow his own life, so nothing has been hurt if you disregard this entire letter. But all the bits and pieces of advice in this letter have given me a dream of being a success in something, and I wouldn’t have taken the time to write this if I didn’t feel that you, Davy, Micky, Peter and Mike, could do more than you’ve done (which is so much) by being yourselves.
Thank you so much for taking the time to read this.
Someday a Success
[Scans by This Lovin’ Time]
Magazine: Monkee Spectacular
Editor: Ralph Benner
Publisher: Laufer Publishing Co.