Success
Success comes not gallant fighters alone
But also to men who suppress their temerity;
No one has the patent to prosperity,
It's for them that endeavor and try,
That bite their lip and fight on
Though may oftentimes let a cry!
Success is for all that desire the crown
And settle for toils of sweat and those of blood;
It's for men who realize that it's a thing they can own,
An open possession whose worth one can claim
With work with undying focus and aim,
And pray to be on them the favors of the sky!
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