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How bad a professional worker can feel after losing an opportunity - a rhyming poem. |
| The loss of all our innocence And all our childhood dreams Can often make a lot of sense Not leave us poor, it seems. When everything keeps working out It’s ne’er by chance we leapt For opportunity’s all about Contacts that we’ve kept. Escaping all the wryness Of wayward dreams gone by Is knowing humanity’s highness Is feeling emotions fly. Soaring feelings aren’t sins But the seasons going by Respect and all its disciplines Are subjects truly dry. |