“Work conquers all”, they say,
And I walk tall,
Or I bend low
My eyes tearful
Of failure despite this
Wisdom they have carved
Within my memory,
Despite the grit I feel
For being so imperfect.

Work might conquer all.
Yet, who’s to specify what’s “all”
In every person’s life?

©2017, soulmary

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