Poem -
Reaching the Hill
There are no limitations,
As you move with motivation,
Focused while having dedication.
Entering a brutal quest,
Trying to be the best,
But first—you have to pass the test.
The hill is certainly a threat,
Running while breaking a sweat,
Playing the game with no regrets.
Facing that dreaded fear,
Or else the end is near,
Reaching for the final frontier.
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Comments
Hey MICHAEL!!...I like the unique quality in the ambiance created by the A,A,A rhyme scheme...... and the way you maintained continuity of the intent in your title....." Playing the game with no regrets!"......ALL STARS!!.... well done brother poet!!......LOVE and ROCKETS!!......T xo ?✳✴☀
Thank you brother poet! Thanks for the wonderful comment and for reading my work.