#poetry

There’s no hope of a win

Unless you begin.

Don’t be that old man

Who had only a plan.

Life now hard to bear

Knowing he didn’t dare.

A barb in his heart

Knowing he didn’t start.

Ponder more you cannot,

You must take the shot.

Wait not for fair weather,

Mud and gold go together.

No.

Embrace now your fear:

Tis the compass to steer

You to what you must do.

Now begin, and fight through.

-by me