Ambition's Fire

Grades once etched in ink and worry's shade,

Dismissed like whispers in a wind-swept glade.

For in the gilded halls of power's might,

The past is but a shadow, lost to sight.

The youth who trembled at a teacher's frown,

Now wears a crown, adorned in gold and gown.

No longer judged by marks on tests and sheets,

But by the strength of fortune's gilded feats.

The memory of struggles fades away,

Replaced by triumphs of the wealth they sway.

In realms where influence and riches reign,

The past's poor grades dissolve, no trace of pain.

Ambition's fire burns brighter than the past,

And with each step, the shadows cannot last.

For in the world where power's light prevails,

The echoes of old failures cease their wails.