There will be time to look back,
A time to regret and enjoy my guilt.
There will be time for me to pack
My memories and hopes that I built
Forgetting my scars and letting go.
Tag: Rhyme
STILL ON THE LONG RACE, Poetry by (C)Lekan Malik
Still on the long, long race,
Struggling vehemently for the mace.
The track is filled with obstructions
To derail my mind’s determinations.
So mighty are my contenders,
Strong and fit as the crusaders.
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