Dwell not on self pity
Dwell on self worth in the city
Though meagre living you eke out
Penury no reason to germinate doubt.
Within you roam seeds of progress
Allow not challenges to make you regress
Not matter a plethora of potholes
Striving every second to deepen hunger holes.
Begging culture don't promote
Success doesn't thrive by remote
Seize your bulls by the horns
Success doesn't accompany he who forever whinges and mourns.
Mine creativity from your rich reserves
Which metamorphose beyond the affluent preserves
You hardly conceive you possess
Unless your treasure tactics you seriously reassess.
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