The magic of interest
Save you had no glowing interest,
You would be finding no rest,
Now eyes on the east,next west,
Sitting or standing pure zest,
For labour-intensive vest,
Behind dropping three-piece suit,
No burnt hours with flute;
At work:The Unchanging Brute!
It's a search for fleshy fruit,
Acceptance of taxing test,
One: long endurance's guest...
Save it isn't fervid interest,
Efforts keep hitting the best:
For one's pursuit no time to waste
End victory a nice taste
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2022
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