TOIL NOT WAGED
In the minuscule hours of the mornings awoken by prosperity passion
The toil in quest of better days promised after the unkind mornings,
I saw myself; my future family freely faming in superfluity
My soul foretold forthcoming fruits of hard work in vision
I saw self-respected and revered imminence
Tested my competence and ability
Believed I befitted excellence
soon to say why my toil never was waged
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