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

Sometimes it happened,that it almost failed
But the way it succeeded,that everyone paled
Keep your goals always high
For I've heard there are no limits in the sky

To reach the rose,you've to go through thorns
Don't stop after winning the first, remember the show must go on
Now first then second then third then fourth
You have to win each opportunity, Let's take this oath
© Raheen2003