When I Was Eighteen
When I was eighteen
I entered her virgin land
She absorbed me with esteem
But there was no success at hand
I struggled to raise my head up
To sail above the obstacles
To keep the mantle up
From the unknown expected miracles
Success distanced herself
From the vicinity of the humble
Food, rest, pleasure I rejected myself
Determined and prepared for the rumble
The rumble for greatness
To stand out among equals
To lead a life of happiness
When the expedition is over
Copyright © Orochi C. Joshua | Year Posted 2018
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