Triumphs and Trials.

I wrote this in history class the other day. (I know, I'm a slacker...I normally take notes, I promise.) I call it "Triumphs and Trials," even though those words aren't actually anywhere in the poem. (Just go with it--it's artistic.)
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It feels like a wonderful day to be alive

There's no doubt about it--you've succeeded again

Your smile widens, your eyes brighten, as joy sets in

But Chaucer says, "All good things must come to an end."

An unwelcome guest, soon failure arrives

Your jovial face soon turns grave and somber

You wish the happiness could have stayed longer

But deep down you know this is making you stronger

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See? Short and sweet. I was only distracted for about half of class. No big deal.