Sometimes you will doubt,
Feel the strength waning in your clout,
Feel ill equipped for life's next bout,
You reach out to the wells of hope and find a drought,
In frustration you pout,
It does not help so you let out a shrieking shout,
But being a determined success scout,
You let an iron will endure the success route,
To the heavens you reach out,
Praying your labor seeds will bountifully sprout,
You are appointed,
Not disappointed,
By the ripening of time.
Brussels © April 2015 afesehngwaHilary
