From Now On, Call Me Pluck

Naïve I was, when once I strived
To court Success as naught but Drive,
When all the while, her beau was Skill,
Whose crafty fingers did her thrill.
So now I see the tragedy
That unrequited work can be.
Yet still I toil as if confused,
For Pluck is never disabused.

1 comment:

  1. Iambs rule! Is it supposed to reflect shakespearean style/capitilization/etc but for the pentameter?