Stale Victory

Hours upon hours, you did toil
until the day was done,

Days upon days, you did sweat
until the years were done.

“Oh! Sweet Victory!” you cried
“Let me touch thee!”

But she withered in your fingers
A tear dropped on your cheek.

Days upon days you laboured,
blind to the world around.

Days upon days, hours upon hours
Were the labours all for naught?

“Nay” thy labour has its place

But, stale is the victory you earn,
When a life in labour is spent.

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