Run ahead, look straight ahead
Feel the breeze stinging your face
All senses programed on the the task ahead...
The thin golden line barely visible.
The sweat dripping down uncomfortably,
Your eyes straining to stay focussed
Your tongue longing for a drop.
You turn around for a seconds glance at the inviting medow.
Keep onward soldier, your prize is awaiting
Just when your lungs almost give way,
The thin golden line begins to materialize
The golden laurel waits patiently as you finally stop to admire!
Feel the breeze stinging your face
All senses programed on the the task ahead...
The thin golden line barely visible.
The sweat dripping down uncomfortably,
Your eyes straining to stay focussed
Your tongue longing for a drop.
You turn around for a seconds glance at the inviting medow.
Keep onward soldier, your prize is awaiting
Just when your lungs almost give way,
The thin golden line begins to materialize
The golden laurel waits patiently as you finally stop to admire!
Hmm...i really like this piece..it says a lot about the kind of circumstances she has been through in life..although the "golden laurel" still eludes her.. she has remained focussed on the task ahead..a lot of us were/are skeptical on her attitude.. but she has never succumbed to "giving up".. i really salute her attitude.. and pray "the golden laurel" is soon hers forever.
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