Again an old poem, relevant still today. Happy reading!
THEee Call
There is a call, the sound is there.
Not so loud, too faint to care.
There is a dream, tearing my soul apart
I want to follow, guided by my heart.
Too many obstacles, seeming like some calamity;
Is reaching the zenith, going to be a reality?
The answer is for time to decide
The result, for me to abide..
Guided by mystery, keeping fingers crossed
Waiting for the judgement day, the results tossed.
If it be good, fine.
If it be bad, in any case, it's call divine.
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