The few, the sad

No idea what this is

Not everyone can be heard
Not everyone can be seen
Only few are ever successful
and others could have been

The difference between the two
could be misconstrued as fate
the lucky ones are successful
while the remainder prevaricate

They had their share of struggles
but then why didn't they succeed
Was it a question of perseverance
was conquest not their need?

So the few get showered with flowers
their gait marked by victory
they smile upon those vanquished
so taunted by this mystery

The End

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