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Day 7 – Work

You will feel it,
sooner or later,
the sting of defeat.

Life will be cruel to you
of parents or fortune
or luck or best intent.

In this,
you are not special.

So, child,

Work and do not speak
of the difficulties,
do not look around
for sympathy.

You won’t get it
you don’t need it.

Your armor is forged,
your reserve is set
by the silences you’ll suffer-

and your crown an honor
by no one else.


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