Ask I a question that may seem so simple,
Yet carve on your cheek, it will surely no dimple,
Reflect, give it a thought for affect you it has has as equally as me,
The answer to it if existing, veritably stands a Universal truth to be.
Do the efforts and the results on a scale always balance,
Do the inputs and the output always follow the law of equivalence,
To this I demand an explanation with unasssumed non-nonchalance,
Haunting me it has been without remittance.
Hard work and dedication should for providence a place not leave,
Yet sometimes seeing the results it's hard to believe,
A small mistake might cost you so dear,
The loss and repercussion you probably cannot afford to bear.
Ages of genuine effort, by a moment of fault exterminable,
This harsh truth to me is perhaps most intangible,
The old saying 'Do your best and leave the rest',
Is now hard to digest, makes you feel it was perhaps said in jest.
Toil I did with determination inveterate,
But the verdict unfeignedly seemed to equivocate,
Accept I do that did lead me to exasperate,
But know deep in my heart, "it's just not the way to behave, mate!"
In hard work has my belief not debilitate,
My spirits and alacrity to strive again I must resuscitate,
For I realize that to experience the unfathomable bliss,
To the highest echelons of rewards kiss,
To attain the state of interminable success,
I must do my job with greater finesse.
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