Small Victories

jwhhobbs22
Jan 10, 2025
1 min read

Alike in thought and form

They are all alike and the same

Wrought well, and forward.

Make struggle serve you

Make pain your consort

Success tomorrow’s child

Put in an hour

And come what may

Struggle tills soil

For another day.

Half of heroics

Has roots in willing

And actual action.

By J.W.H. Hobbs.

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