True Conquerors

Old farmers, travelers, workmen (no matter how crippled or bent,)
Old sailors, out of many a perilous voyage, storm and wreck,
Old soldiers from campaigns, with all their wounds, defeats and scars;
Enough that they've survived at all—long life's unflinching ones?
Forth from their struggles, trials, fights, to have emerged at all—in that alone,
True conquerors o'er all the rest.
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