Sweet Taste of Glory
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He did it!
He's now sitting pretty
on the roof
of the Earth,
looking down
smelling the mountain air
with peacock-like pride.
The calluses on his hands,
the aches and pains;
the dripping sweat
on his brow,
well-earned.
The towering summit,
his place in the sun.
Glory, at last.
He's made it
after years of
sweat, toil and blood.
He's accomplished a goal
naysayers swore he wouldn't.
Their skepticism
he used as fuel.
Cat's got their tongues now?
He's done it!
He beat Sisyphus
to the
top!
Date written: 01/27/2021
Copyright © Edward Ibeh | Year Posted 2021
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