Focus

Focus

The heights of great men reached and kept
 
Were not got by sudden flight
 
But they as their companions slept
 
Were toiling upwards in the night
 
The toilings, the findings, the success
 
Destructions flooding in excess
 
Tackling the vicissitudes that come one’s way
 
Greatness becomes inevitable come what may
 
Focus is the master key to all these padlocks
 
Too many flashy lights along the paths
 
But a dying star still shines in havoc
 
To attract the gullible on earth
 
Since man to man has been unjust
 
Show me the man I can trust
 
I have trusted many to my sorrow
 
So for credit my friend come tomorrow
 
©Rashid

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  • Alex Baruti
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    This is a very good motivation to all of us. we will get to the heights of the great men.

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