When all is done
And dusted for good
Like in a Parade
Featuring the finest
In the Military Cult
With a glow of pride
An insignia of valor
On that outstanding badge
An emblem of honour
What will be against your name?
What will you be recognized for?
What is your unique selling point
That you maximized to fruition?
Have a meeting with yourself
What is your USP?
When the course if finished
It will neither be what you have learnt
Nor what you have earned
But whom you have become
To the glory of God
For the benefit of mankind
My dearest
Don't run their race
Run your race
Embedded within you
Are seeds of greatness
Waiting for manifestations
By the sons of man
For surely
Surely, you'll pass through the school of failure
Keep failing forward
And you will graduate with honours
Now and always
Life is a parade ground
At the shout of about turn
The last becomes the first
A product of grace
On a great journey
In pursuit of fulfillment and happiness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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