"Fighting the Battlefield" (trials in life)

Poem by: wikhaiinn

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HERE IS WHAT COMES THAT YOU MAY NOT GET SUCCESSFULLY; IT IS WHAT OTHERS FEAR,BUT ME,I FEAR IT NOT,For I FEEL JOY WHEN THIS CHANCE COMES.

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Submitted: August 26, 2007

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"Fighting the Battlefield" (trials in life)

Trying hard

Is not vile enough,

But stealing

Is too dire enough

To come fair and square

Is without dirt and hair

It is to never put wool over one's eye.

It is without a circle to turn red

Not with the blue,

But the clear sky above it.

Finishing lines as darning strings for mending,

It is enough.

Failure,

In it's sound of misery

Touches someone's mind

And gives the treasure hardly ever found.

Winning,

Exerts an experience of leadership,

But not a lesson currently taught.

It is not always in the wind.

The first challenge is to drop,

And the second is to catch.

Whatever given to you

Is what you must improve and appreciate.


© Copyright 2016 wikhaiinn. All rights reserved.

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HERE IS WHAT COMES THAT YOU MAY NOT GET SUCCESSFULLY; IT IS WHAT OTHERS FEAR,BUT ME,I FEAR IT NOT,For I FEEL JOY WHEN THIS CHANCE COMES.

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