Not Rest Before Your Best
When things begin to get hot,
You reveal what you have got.
Problems don't by themselves rot
Like blood would itself clot.
Travails linger, not fade,
Until with them punches trade
It wouldn't be wise to rest,
Until one has done ones best.
Say whether its true or not
You're no baby still in cot
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