The fangs of devils cease not to prowl
Upon the face of your success;
They seek none but your downfall
Bliss is theirs when you reckon...
Times may come and sometimes flood,
Where ill fates will test you,
Maybe you'll say all is over,
To live on is a great shame...
Sometimes failures comes in flock,
And you may say you're out of luck,
Or might have God forgotten you,
Might as well the world despised you...
GO ON, My friend, keep moving on!
The land is near, 'twas just a storm!
The sun will shine once more soon!
Never give up! Go sail on!
©poet_drey
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