A shower of confetti; of luck
Of joyous smiles and happy times
Pattering lightly
Who cared to admire
Those pearls of labour?
Who cared to pity
That wasted beauty?
How fine! They said
Not of the treasures they foolishly threw
But of the reality they misconstrue
Unseen, unfelt, unappreciated.
The man bows,
Forgotten.
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