Shal I Make It? Poem by Mbugua Kamau

Dreams and aspirations,
Targets to reach or lose
Fast or slow, unpredictable the pace
But sure moving in the race...

The choice; dust or star
Destined for the latter
Far, far away but must achieve
So a must discipline, so as to God cleave.

Heaven my dream
God to see without a gleam
Obstacles all along to stumble self
Hindrances and the way rough!

My prayer;
More power.
My worry, the stream of no delight,
Dear God, shall I make it?