Aim Poem by Arfa Kalera
Aim
This life is a game,
Which cannot be played by the lame.
I have decided my aim,
And my aim is my name.
Choose yourself your aim,
Otherwise the world will make you lame.
You will lose your game,
And would never earn money or fame.
Saturday, February 20, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: goal
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4/18/2024 5:37:21 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Aloha Arfa... so deciding, strong, and true... perhaps thought both money and fame are those thoughts which will keep you off of your truth and your game... Nice work young poetess... All of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two