What? Asking me to run, when I can barely walk?
Yeah! You guessed it right, obviously I fell down,
But I won’t give up, I know how to walk the talk,
His disparaging repartee won’t make me frown!
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Why such high expectations? What is the reward?
Does such act of power fulfill his selfish needs?
In pursuit of his dreams, others’ wishes ignored,
He knows not one day; game will be won by the weeds!
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Have you seen? The earth is bathed in colors of spring,
The frozen sheets of ice have melted from the trees,
He fell in his own trap- such deep sadness death brings,
The whip hand still there- strong gales turned to light breeze.
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The baby steps- a final nail in the coffin,
To dismantle his ego, now I use often!
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