a Poem

A poem that stuck with me for over a week goes as follows:

The Way to Win

One day a group of boys Decided to have a race
They chose to climb a great big tree And set off at a pace
The rest of their friends gathered To see the boys at play
They talked about it to themselves "Will they make it?" "No way!"
They called up to the children "You'll never make it up that tree"
But the boys just kept on climbing And said "just watch and you will see"
But the others, how they shouted And thought the boys tried to ignore
They began to drop out one by one Another, another and then more
But one boy kept on climbing And made it to the top of the tree
He never lost faith but believed in himself And said "this won't defeat me"
The others were quite amazed At the squirrel at the top of the tree
"How on earth did he do it?" they said
"Well", said one, "he's completely deaf, you see"

So the motto of this poem is
You can reach the top of the tree
Just don't listen to what others say
Just believe in yourself and you'll see
Poem by Cara-May Harvey

What made this stick with me is the affects those around us have.
What are we listening to? Who are we listening to?
Now whom shall I call?