She sat in her workshop, night after night,
Testing her mettle against all adversaries,
She had a strong faith in her ideals,
And set to put her beliefs into action.
She knew one day she’d invent something,
That the world would remember her for,
Which would prevent millions from dying,
And make the world a happier place.
People told her she was wasting time,
Cancer couldn’t be just removed,
But she thoroughly persevered, day after day,
Trying to make the correct antidote.
But after months of work, when nothing turned out,
She started losing hope, bit by bit,
Thinking maybe the others were right,
That all this was simply a folly.
She was doing an experiment, when all of a sudden,
She bumped her hand against a bottle of acid,
It fell into an iron rod, all rusty and old,
And lo, in moments, it turned into gold.
She was an alchemist now, she knew,
That so many people had wanted to become,
And if one myth could be achieved so easily,
So could another, she continued, she worked.