A Poem Like Pony

Poem By Abdul Wahab

What happens to?
Those sleep filed nights
That stops before the dawn
On mornings of that day…
When all’s so all expected
Requiring the best in you
Destined to up and win
Desire gets the best of you
So does anticipation
You rise before the race begins
Then sigh…
Tomorrow, “I’ll lead the nation.”

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