Pushing through a thousand clouds,
the sun still shone bright.
Haughtily the rays emerged,
proving their sovereign might.
"No one dare compete," it said,
"against my supreme power.
Look at you standing all day.
Bow to me, king of the hour!"
The lamp post stood still,
patient, turning a deaf ear.
"Let's wait past seven," it mused,
"and then see who's still here."
And so, in life too you see,
you need to pick your battles.
The ones that light the churches, forget not,
are but the timid candles.
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