Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #569

Words:  regret, agile, bees, present, face, rocking, teeth,
        wasted, climb, crack, tenacious, journey


Oh the regrets she felt
from being tenacious
to a fault.  Not a moment
wasted in her climb
to the top.  Not a crack
in her armor or the face
she presented to the outside
world.  The apex she sought
now held loneliness; she had
cultivated no friends
on her journey.  Teeth set
in permanent grimace,
she rocked back and forth
on her plush office chair
aware of the gossip 
in the hallways.  "Thinks
she's the bees knees, that
one.'  Her agile mind
had made a stellar impression
only on the powerful pundits,
and herself.


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