Success
Though life presents me with bitter sweet gifts,
yet, would I wear my smiles like a royal garb,
an Iroko of courage, standing with roots deeply clinging unto the foundations of the earth.
unwavering, unflinching, unashamed, unabashedly weathering winters and summers.
Through dull smiles and happy tears,
my focus would stick to the dancing rays of the wavering light at the tunnel's end.
A rare bicker of hope, beckoning on my string of failures to never quit trying.
The Man kicked the bucket, but it refused to budge.
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