Sweet Taste of Glory

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

inspirationmotivationsuccessfree verse

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