The Gate
#WritcoPoemPrompt8
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat
Eyes closing from the prickling of the chilling breeze
Yet un-beat!
Reach the finish line is not a simple feat
some started with a thousand fleets...
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat
Eyes closing from the prickling of the chilling breeze
Yet un-beat!
Reach the finish line is not a simple feat
some started with a thousand fleets...