The Tale They All Recite

A single slip, a stumble slight,  

Becomes the tale they all recite.  

Yet hands that toil, hearts that try,  

Fade unseen beneath the sky.  

A missed step echoes, loud and clear,  

But quiet strides just disappear.  

They count the cracks, the faults, the flaws,  

Not silent work, nor honest cause.  

The weight of wrongs, a heavy chain,  

Yet effort’s whispers call in vain.  

They see the fall, the fault, the break,  

But not the steps you dared to take.  

Still, rise again—though no one sees,  

Though praise is lost upon the breeze.  

For every loss, a lesson stays,  

And effort speaks in unseen ways.