Be Modest
When things grace us,
Our faith and resilience soar.
We feel stronger and worry about nothing.
When hit by ill-luck,
Our actions shrink up.
We trudge with faintness and falter.
Things may take divergent paths.
Receive them with the same verve.
Stand sturdily and accept.
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