It Is A Hundred


Few numbers short of a hundred,
the barest minimum to go.
I answer with fear.

The last leg makes me nervous,
know not the reason
find myself not too confident.

I   enocunter with trepidation.
My hands quiver.
I slid them into my pockets.

I have crossed  99  mark.
One more to achieve. I  hear the
heartbeats. The final.

I come out with the correct answer.
It is a win. Reached  hundred.
My eyes well with tears of joy.

 

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