Validation

The ego strokes for which you lust
are gossamer at best.
They’ll scatter light as cotton dust
and clutter up your nest.
A testimonial can blur
assessment of yourself.
Awards will tarnish and confer
congestion on your shelf.
The finest judge of you is you,
to sanction or commend.
Self-validation is your due.
Now get to work, my friend.

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