A poem with no 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 stay
To have a brightened day
Brightened that it can face
The hurdle with full grace
To have set up the pace
To glory in its place
The glory it does make
Good enough for its sake
That strengthened it to take
Success right at its wake
Took its time not to fail
But if 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 adds to raid
It's efforts have been paid.
YOU ARE READING
My Serenity...
RandomThis is a collection of some of the many poems and short stories I have written. Hope you like!
