The Wet Progress
Like a fire placed before her,
Serving as a source of tommorow's shower
Sweat and wail can never be eluded,
As she proceed through the narrow
hotbed
Body disrupted, as unexpected scene erupted
A fearful lass on a hot coal
Experiencing the traumatic show
When the kite of life drove-by
Maintaining her integrity without
loosing her tie
As she lay her hand on the keg of sweat,
She begins to sail out of tommorows fret
Determination truly she adore,
Making her to see success harbour
Tartness like a movie she watch in rising
Then, let the sweet chowder appear in her dusk
With her eyes on her true goal
Strongly, she keeps herself under the broil
Her spirit turns bright,
As she keep off her voyage sprite
Beautiful night she see in true hope
Albeit she hack it in the labour rope
I never knew she could smile like a
valour,
When her appearance becomes sour
A plucky girl with strong power to
steer,
On the negligence of the labour tear
Then, today she see herself in wail
Tommorow will bring gleesome ray.
Copyright © Smart Oyedeji | Year Posted 2016
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