Lay thy stones with fair colors
And thy foundation with sapphire
From now till yesterday, you slept
Wondering what began the end
And what holds the arm of strength
Pursue the desires that call patience
The hero within would awaken the fight
Defeating the tongue that bears words
Turning tables in adjacent royalty clans
Pouring oil on the feet of diligence
Speak the words that yields solace
Tearing down walls of timeless efforts
Work like tomorrow had no today
Jolting the fears that befell the charisma
Success is just a word, but wealth is not…
By Ruth Brodrick
Copyright 2015
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