Teeter-totters keep him still,
every thought swaying his will,
forming visions of steep hills.
fears and doubts conquer his skills.
His income turn into bills,
constantly needing refills,
never remembering thrills,
self-pity guides his tear spills.
Takes a breath, confidence spills,
instantly feels joyful thrills.
All of his voids are fulfilled,
revenue exceed his bills,
He sharpens all of his skills,
efforts runs way past each hill.
Reaching goals steady at will
balancing life, being still.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
I really like this one
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Another epic poem, which, for me, speaks to the beautiful process of inner-transformation. Love it, Grace.ππ
Im so happy you enjoyed, my dear friend. Thanks so much.πβ€οΈπ
Youβre most welcome, Grace. Always. β€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈ
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I loved this. Really great one. Beautifulππ
Thanks so much.π
Such a lovely composition with a positive message and a brilliant rhyme scheme, Grace β€οΈ
I’m so glad you liked it. Thank you so much, Radhika. π
A lovely poem, as always, Grace. I liked its message. Thanks ππ
Thanks so much, KK.π
You’re welcome ππ
A poem radiating positivity in all its stranzas !Nice oneπ !
Thank you so much, Dhirendra. I am so glad you liked it.π
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Beautifully expressed.
Thanks so much.π
Always welcome, Grace.
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Such a great poem Grace and so inspiring as always! πππππ
Happy you liked it, Cindy. Thanks π
how could i not.. seriously !π
You are so sweet. Thanks again.πβ€οΈπ
happy … thanks so β£οΈ
I like poems that are fun, this one sound like you had fun writing it.
Absolutely. Thanks so much.π