THE FIRST MILE
We are in the bus,
We are ready for another twelve miles journey,
Gently! gently!! gently!!!
The driver drives across-the-board,
"Voooom",smoke filled the air,
The sun smiles at the passengers,
Because they have crossed over,
The people were so glad,
As they hope on getting the best out of the trip,
They were so focused,
So they brought out their pens and jotters,
To highlight their plans for each mile,
At first they took to their plans,
But as times goes on they relaxed,
They paved way for procrastination,
Forgetting to make hay while the sun shines,
Their driver asked about their achievements in the first mile,
But they could not point out their achievements,
So, they promise to make amends,
As they head towards the second mile.
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