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I am merely a man, And like every man, I tend to fear. But no, I do not fear failure, Because I know I am merely human, So every time I fall down the steps of life, I can just pick myself back up and climb the stairs once again. No, I do not fear embarrassment, Because it is easy to hide an embarrassed face, With a mask of laughter and happiness. No, I do not fear the men in the alleyway, Threatening me with their knives and guns, Because if I am to die tonight, I know I’ll be heading somewhere bright and filled with light. But the one thing I fear the most, Concern the things I do before I die, The things that I will miss out throughout my life, And the skills and gifts that I will fail to acknowledge, Because like fruits, If I take too long to eat from the fruit, They will eventually rot and die. No longer edible, And have to be thrown away from my sight. So what I fear the most is the day when I fail to take a bite from the fruit basket of skills that God has so graciously given me. The day when the skills starts to disappear from my life, The day when I will no longer be able to write a single rhyme.
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Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 7:34 AM UTC
What I fear the most.
I am merely a man, And like every man, I tend to fear. But no, I do not fear failure, Because I know I am merely human, So every time I fall down the steps of life, I can just pick myself back up and climb the stairs once again. No, I do not fear embarrassment, Because it is easy to hide an embarrassed face, With a mask of laughter and happiness. No, I do not fear the men in the alleyway, Threatening me with their knives and guns, Because if I am to die tonight, I know I’ll be heading somewhere bright and filled with light. But the one thing I fear the most, Concern the things I do before I die, The things that I will miss out throughout my life, And the skills and gifts that I will fail to acknowledge, Because like fruits, If I take too long to eat from the fruit, They will eventually rot and die. No longer edible, And have to be thrown away from my sight. So what I fear the most is the day when I fail to take a bite from the fruit basket of skills that God has so graciously given me. The day when the skills starts to disappear from my life, The day when I will no longer be able to write a single rhyme.
After not being able to come up with a poem for weeks. :)
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tristan-ortega
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 7:34 AM UTC
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