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At the onset of dawn lot happens
The birds chirp with joy on a new day
Crickets having had their time at dusk
Time for some to engage in leisure
Others in search for the daily eke
That does not make life finite
It’s an empty gallon to be filled
This starts as the break sets
To scatter darkness by the daily
Joy and thanks people have inwardly
Each hour has its own lending problems
Sometimes you are weary and yet eager
Other times disillusioned and anxious
Illusions of cowardice and failure begets
And instincts have the power to dictate
This are the times that strategy aids
To get away from the feeling of down low
For life is a dejavu, repeated engagements
You are tired, take a nap and pray silently
Amass your mind with success and confidence
Get into action and make it so a pleasure
A step invokes the journey to many miles
Start small persist to end big
A nurture many have failed to inculcate
Then they kvetch at their own fails
For man is prone to ease of success
The run for triumph a human weakness
If patient you will wonder how you did it
For closure a day must have
Achieving a feat is worth a smile about
That exactly makes one feel great
Not forgetting to petition where luck is
Invocation to the spirits to keep you safe
To dream soundly while asleep
It eases the body of day’s verve
Keep in mind this is essential
And it cannot be substituted by drugs
As day transcedes new things also come
Be merry having seen yet another day
Life is an odyssey you must endure
Don’t be vague about it in any instance
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