Saturday, 9 April 2016


I feel to have been on this road forever

I wonder when I might spy the end?

For years I have shown only a suit of iron

Standing tall and strong no signs of a bend

But truth be told the pressures do tell

Each day I question the direction I face

The enemies I seek are very many

But success I seek is without a trace

Weakness comes in the longest of moments

For continuing long I cannot see

The word of mouth is what I hope for

But the hero of the hour will not be me

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