The rough road

Within the sweet flavor of success,
Hides the bitter taste of struggles.
When blisters fill my hands,
And sweat streaks down my spine,
I tell myself and sometimes the world at large,
How badly indeed, I’m suffering,
What I forget to note
Is a reality never to ignore;
That the rough road to travel,
Often, is the one that leads
To where the gold mine is found.

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