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One has to learn not to care too much
(They tell me)
About sundry persons and their foibles,
Their imperfections and albatrosses,
Their promises broken and sprinkled behind them,
Their faults and inefficiencies.
Those who rise are fated to fall,
If not by their own actions,
Then by miscalculation, or other
Deleterious effects,
Death being the ultimate blow to all.