by: Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie
| A poem with an aim, Destined to make a name To end up well in fame, Knows well to play a game. Knows it a lot to play To get there in a way, To make a mark to stay To have a brightened day. Brightened that it can face The hurdle with full grace To have, set up the pace The glory in its place. The glory as it does make, Good enough for its sake That strenghtened it to take Success right at its wake. Took its time not to fail, But of doubt it did bail With strength to make it sail Far enough for joy to mail. A poem now well made, Risks to face for it bade Against all odds to raid Its efforts have been paid |
*This poem inspired me. I like it because it describes not giving up, no matter your circumstances. It made me want to achieve all I can with no complaints of what has happened in my life, but just to succeed all because everyone and anyone can; if they truly are determined. |
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