At the edge

#FromOneLine

It was found at the edge
A scared shadow
Of a failed honcho
Clinging desperately
To the last straw
Bloodied fingers
Digging into the rocks
From where he tripped,
Once at the top
Trying to scramble back
Life and reputation intact
Shrewdly, he had raced
To the coveted zenith
With place only for one
Yet, in the great churn
He forgot the biggest lesson
There can be many a slip 
Between the cup and the lip!

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