Waiting Without A Compass. Poem by Tony Adah

Waiting Without A Compass.



I have got no weather forecast
For tomorrow
Whatever sunlight it brings
I'll bask in it
Whatever eclipse it shows
To smother my toils
I'll brave it
In whatever hues tomorrow comes
I will fall and rise
To fall no more.

Saturday, September 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: fate
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