Life is just an employer
She pays you according to your labour
She does not owe those she hires
Tact & wits will always fetch your needs that’re dire
Often times, earth seems ‘water-full’, thence you feel like a sailor
Not setbacks, roadblocks, hitches or failure
Can stop me from getting my good ends;
Not even in the eyes of obscurity that make men doubt that which is sure
Shall I just wail and wait for my future & see what it sends
No, procrastination does not only steal, but lures
I fear not failure; my fear is to depart from this planet without makin’ amends
Which the world needs to be a better place & to be pure
Then, kiths and kins; young & old will arise & proclaim: Smartfingers reigns!
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