For How Long
I was a little hasty
In a rush, drank the hot tea
Many were my confusions
Yet, I kept my little focus
And the hope of my visions
Tried to keep my track on course.
I struggled through
Yes, I saw a glimpse of success true.
So deppresed of my fail.
For the struggle I had
My body entertained a frail
All over, I ache so bad.
Cease to my cry of failure issues
I found an empty box of tissues.
10/04/2013
Copyright © Goodness Lanre | Year Posted 2013
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