Scars turn to aesthetics.
When the fight is really worth it;
Antiques of past struggles,
Reward for surviving the tussle.
Victory will always abide
at the end of every fight
Hence, the fear of battle
Is the yokes to victory.
Living with defeat,
Will never heal the wounds
So, fight to win the deal
And reign in great feats.
Let not the hot embers
of the once promising year
Sear through the joys of December.
Together, we will sing 'Happy New Year'.
2021 may give us scars.
Surely, they will make us stars.
One more step and she'll flee.
We'll make it beyond her street.
©jonnypen
J