LAST OF TWELVE ROUNDS

With each days running into weeks and into months
We had up and downs in obstacles we had to surmount
With each stride we strife
With faith we live life
With our hearts high up we run the race
Almost over we aim at the tape to embrace
Some of our dreams not yet achieved
With so many others still conceived
But yet we dare to try and believe
For a better ending we’ll receive
With eleven down and just one left our anxieties are up
But there is still all to fight for in the last, so we brace- up
The hour before our anticipated dawn is always the darkest
But after the rains and flood, the rainbow is surely at its brightest

(This simple sonnet is dedicated to all for a fruitful year ending and a happy new month of December)

Written By: Seth Ogungbemi

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