#WritcoPoemPrompt8
Every soul that passes the gate,
Has passed a test of fate,
Trudging along on tired feet,
Almost there, refusing to be beat

Hr climbs every mountain,
walks any valley,
would swim every ocean,
to get to his destination,

On his lane he moves,
not turning left or right,
he has passes the gate,
and can now see the light

he reached out,
he had gotten there,
to his destination,
and he truly saw the light


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