Pushing yourself to the limits
With Head held high
Slogging to reach the arduous targets
Before life says goodbye.
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an excellent poem, preets... a very thoughtful one indeed! love... Asma...
You are very wise. Season by season time slips through our fingers and is gone. I like these lines by an unknown writer, 'The bird of time has not far to fly, and the bird is on the wing.'. Fine work, Preeti. Warm regards, Sandra
Excellent piece. Thought well expressed. I thought as if I am reading some Shakespeare's sonnets. Very true! Time rots e/th. Regards Bhakta