In His Footsteps
No other would be my hero,
No other valiant combatant I have seen,
He gave all up until zero.
On his premise, I’d rather lean,
Imbibe his bravery and courage,
Fight every opposition until I win.
Wage against every tempestuous rage,
Disperse the midnight fog,
Break loose from fear’s cage.
Freed my wheel from its cog,
Wield my sword against the assailant,
Push all down the hill like a log.
Persevere until I've warded off the pursuant.
August 2, 2022.
Five Stanza Terza Rima Poetry Contest,
L. Milton Hankins
Copyright © Thompson Emate | Year Posted 2022
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