The Team
Life’s quest begins with natural talent to ascend,
On two legs in motion and words for communication.
With parental guidance and skill development by trial and error,
And observation and utilization of education as time progresses,
Every adventure is new and exciting as the senses are invigorated
And where leaps and bounds are greeted with self-satisfaction.
As years pass, physical and mental development focuses
On windows of opportunity that life offers for existence
Through failure and accomplishment in living experience.
Ambitions realized question rewards and behaviours
That require skill sets and demand continuous repetition
Until exhausted; success may not be the resulting accumulation.
The path to the summit requires effort and commitment
Of physical exertion, and mental capacity to attempt the challenge
With a methodical stratagem, deeper understanding, and patience.
Now is the time for reflection: “How did I arrive at this place in time?”
Many believed in your abilities; the joy and pain, setbacks and gains,
But you are not alone; a team coincides behind you every step of the way.
Of what essence it is
To fiercely assert a formalised choice
In the name of political honour
That produces terror?
I fight for my party to win
Yet us our country is between
The leaders and the led
Any need to fight?
Because her we have to as one ameliorate.
As simple as peaceful to vote
Just speak to the ballot box
Instead I've always caused things that box
My task of getting my boss there
At the height of prestige
In formulation of gangs of my fellow young dudes
To contend by physical exertion.
So funny!
It's now I realise
That the sons of those influencers are always absent
In our brawls and thugs
And in our forces;
For their fathers’ failing fates;
Like they have none,
Or ain't they our peers?
But they all do.
I see!
Ergo, I'll no more to vote fight
In rote we'll vote.
Elections are opinions, not dominions.
In youth, vacations lent my Summers wings
and Christmas gilded wintertime in gold.
I've aged (a bit) and love my Falls and Springs
for landing in between too hot or cold.
In time, I've learned it doesn't pay to be
too up or down, too rich or poor, too round
or thin. Avoiding each extremity,
I balance life by seeking middle ground.
I used to have my weight control down pat,
then physical exertion simply froze.
I'm somewhere south of fit and north of fat;
my muscles shrink yet still my middle grows.
As seasons come and go, I grow more sage;
I know the meaning now of "middle" age.
One who has less brain says ironically
Books are not have any intrinsically.
They make us stronger literally
Without physical exertion – orally.
They sing poet’s songs lyrically;
Draw their world before us graphically.
Solve our doubts and worries logistically.
Hence friends! Render books juristically
As downfall and success lay nominally.
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