Wasted Effort
I’m sure that what you seek
Is at some cloud-veiled peak
That could pick up more than a week
For a nearing by The Weak;
To be soon skinny that is sleek
And mentally thwarted – A freak
This proving by easily sounding Greek …
And-Gosh!-already, I picked out a beak
About to on it havoc wreak
Or leave an unseemly streak …
It is sure, a discouraging prophecy
But Wasted Effort is no legacy.
Copyright © Chinedum Ekwobi | Year Posted 2022
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