Success tastes sweeter
In the wake of a plethora of challenges
Encountered and eliminated in Winter
When irritations invade limpid lozenges.
Success rides on the back of diligence
Demonstrated in attention to detail
In every task in stoic silence
Even though composure much travail entails.
Success, a buzzword for reward
Comes as a breath of fresh air
In an office, in a lecture room, in a hospital ward
Where tangible outputs brandish their flair.
Success though always welcome
Draws daggers from green eyes
In some quarters where a dodgy drum
Beats at high pitch a tune of blatant lies.
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