Summoning every grace - A new day...

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The way is rough,
I need to be tough,
Tempted to find excuse,
Retreat and become recluse,
But the pace is fast,
The die is cast,
If I must last,
To finish the race,
I must summon every grace,

My feet wobble before they stumble and fall,
But still I manage to rise to the call,
That higher call,
I give it my all,
In stead of just crying,
Even when I cry I will die trying,
To excellently pass the test,
And bring out the very best,
Turn the mighty slip,
Into a revolutionary flip,
Flipping to a new page,
Ushering in a new age,

Brand new days,

Transforming all those nays,
A clean break from the past,
To opportunities very vast.

Brussels © January 2015 afesehngwaHilary