Petrus Hanghome Poet Rhyme

The Shot

The afternoon was clear and hot
Bad weather to do games of sport
Definitely of any sort
But this was the only chance I got

I boldly took my spot
Thoughtless of the man I am not
Wounds now clot
Breath now short

And like a thunder bolt
I let it float with volt
Swishing as it feels every knot
Tomorrow will thank me for this shot

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Beata Agustin November 8, 2024 at 12:09 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.