Hurdles
hurdles - a bunch of needles poking us,
to make us hitch our wagon to a star,
makes us to be sure of ourself; and
pats us to vie for romp to victory
hurdles finds where the shoe pinches,
now i am not a shrinking violet,
as for me passing hurdles is
like taking candy away from baby
life without hurdles is baby without soul,
life with hurdles is welcome of bed of roses,
so i started to embark on new things -
without idling my time in freeting about HURDLES
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