Stay the Course
Heels clipped and branded
falling on my face
well behind the sprinters
in this the human race
Dirt and muck prevalent
rolling through the dust
it's not to be envisioned
stepping in mistrust
Blinders mask the problems
disguised a step or two
but when the bottle's empty
what you going to do
Stay the course real steady
pushing while the others plead
for fattened are the leaders
slowly filling up on greed
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2017
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