On the path of endless labour,
Dreams fill beings with worth.
The dawn of a beautiful day,
Brings to mind all that is lost.
Preoccupied hearts,
Dream of a better day,
A day better than days gone,
The intents for a better chance,
And thoughts of amazing prospects,
The mind keeps brisk.
Rest delays in the pit of slight,
Shoved aside and cast down.
Idleness is a giant monster,
Battered, beaten and laid to rest.
Lethargy goes into the deep,
Into pitch dark of nothingness.
Success rises like the sun,
And keeps shining with labour,
Like a never setting sun.
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