Pom, Pom, Pom, Pom

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by charlenedelfin1

by charlenedelfin1

As quick as a second,

I will make it to this

So that you may reckon:

None a day I did miss.

The calendar is full

And not anyone's fool.

Like a sketch and painting,

Connecting lines not pass,

All colors finishing

A lake below the pass

And a sky with small clouds

With golden colors loud.

If I made it today,

Should make it the next day;

Have to make it that way.

It has to be there, done.

I may not perfect this,

Though perfection I want,

Will keep after each miss.

Just keep trying, trying,

For we dream of winning.

(April 5, 2014)