A day or two more to go
I would have to set the goal
could be one of in a target
that might place you in red
yet, I have to chose in a focus
otherwise it would turn into a bogus
might sound unfamiliar to you
might be somewhat of a roundabout true
well that is always my way of doing
taking one in a row with a loving
drop the one halfway abruptly
remain half done undisputedly
go I to the other with a fervor
would I complete with an ardour
nay, never not I , going by
the way I do things by and by
stay historic throughout the days
but I do finish them without a chase
that be in short a dimension of me
I remember my mother’s words “do or die. ”
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