POEM/ MY FUTURE---THE INCENTIVE/ STEEMITSCHOOLPOETRY 100 DAY CHALLENGE

Can you venture into a future without suture?
Discreetly, setting the pace; warily, winning the race,
It makes one to wonder; reminiscence leaves you to ponder,
Albeit, am very ambitious…very tenacious, not facetious.

My future; Yes, so sure…crystal ball is pure.
Albeit, via immensurable God’s graces; resounding into different places.
Lynch-pin is focus; trained-mind serving as the locus.
Leaving behind a trailing vestige; immensely accorded with prestige.

Yes, with congenital talent; never allow it to nascent, nay latent.
Sprouting like a tender- foliage tree growing; not a field bereft of plowing.
Seemingly big like a rusted tank; capitulate not for it to rank.
Fundamentally, foisted with latitude; unwittingly, altered with turpitude.

Unquenchable burning fire; bracing yourself to the top high.
Race might be chequered or ambivalent; never despair, it is prevalent.
Remain unfazed and undaunted and you will be celebrated.
Got the very bladder; yeah…to the highest rung on the ladder

OYEYEMI,O.Babatunde