200
Two hundred, a number so big or small,
But with significance, that stands ever proudly tall.
It could be the number of steps you took,
Or the pages you read, in a favorite book.
The entries of your favorite Anthology!
Two hundred, a milestone breached,
It could be the number of friends you've reached.
A journey started, with miles to go,
Two hundred steps closer, with every hello.
Two hundred, a reminder of time,
A fleeting moment, but not a crime.
It's a chance to reflect, on what has been,
To count the blessings, that always win.
Two hundred, a number that's grand,
It could be the miles, across the land.
The start of a journey, that's long and true,
Two hundred steps, till the sky turns blue.
Two hundred, It's a reminder, to keep moving ahead,
To reach for the stars, and never to dread.
So take two hundred steps, or even more,
Chase your dreams, like never before.
With every step, you'll reach new heights,
And leave behind, the darkest of plights.
For 201 is right around the corner.
For 201,
you could even maybe just write about a corner!
Copyright © Jude Herrick | Year Posted 2023
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