Grim face he looks at me fire in his eyes muscles tense, this younger image of myself. I wish he weren't so much like me, he will do anything to succeed, determination is his creed, work will never stop until he is dead indeed, just like me.
Does not know how to rest, thinks he has to beat all the rest, hard work is his only answerer, it is his master.
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Wonderful poem shared on life and work with wise expression...10