When I went to visit
The outskirts of death,My old friend, failure,
Not only greeted meLovingly
But embraced meUnreservedly.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,AUM — Vol.II-4, No. 7, 27 July 1977, Vishma Press, 1977
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