I lay on my mattress and think;
Dark broods and silent reflection
Have no meaning
If they bring forth no new resolve
This is mine:
There is a race I must run,
A course I must finish,
A victory I must win,
A crown I must gain.
This I must accomplish.
For this only,
Can I give up my life and times
God grant me means
As I pursue my resolve
Copyright © Theophilus Ekpa | Year Posted 2016
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