Your greatest work is done,
The ultimate fruit of your sweat is realized,
The experience in its course has run,
And the perfection in your head, materialized.
Bask in the glory while you can,
For nothing supersedes that initial triumph,
But no longer there is challenge for man,
The journey of learning is terminated thereof.
Our daily struggles mean nothing without desperation,
A need to fight and fear, something worth admiration.
But naught! It is an empty task you now own,
Now sit on your well earned, hollow throne.
