A View from Close to the Top

A poem for those that achieve greatness but aren't there yet.

You push and pull and plod along
Believing all is well,
You work, produce, provide, prolong
Prolific working hell.

And once again you find yourself
At the bottom of the top,
Look up to those who got there first
Who look down, their nose to drop.

So be it all, remember when
As mornings sun did rise.
Those high and mighty have been in
Positions, compromised.

Everyone, regardless of status,
Looks in the morning mirror and sighs.