Dreams And Deeds - Poem by kipsang kerich
I still hear the bells toll,
I still catch the cold.
I still make the roll
Though the world's gone cold,
I've seen sunny days
and then some.
I've dreamt of sunshine
and laughter unmeasured,
I've frown from pain and loss' divide.
I yearn for play
and run with abandon,
To glory's bond.
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