Sail on till you meet the bank
Father’s wise words on steady repeat
Strive to attain your desired rank
Words like pearls thrusting deep
Down to the very depth of me
Impactful they were, I was taken over
Like the overwhelming chills of winter
I learnt to sail across fierce storms
Swallowing self-pride, learning more
Time only seemed longer in adversity
Slow steady paces often nourish the race
Then came a day when back in time I looked
Not finding those cowardly struggles anymore
Then so joyfully I can recall my lips said,
Thank
God I finally made it!
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