Wednesday, February 12, 2014

13. Worn Out but Won't Stop

When will ever be the exquisite time
One hundred times of skips, one thousand dime
Rooting on our undiscovered route
Now, pray, when will ever be the exquisite time?

On the line and on the guard, such always
Uttering some tattered lines about some silver platter
Try, as we may, or are we too afraid of dismays?

Blocked by our own fear now, aren't we?
Untold secrets locked like a skeleton in the closet
Trapped we are when we lost the courage.

War robes are now ready
Onset are now sure
'Now or Never' have been secured
Till the very end-- we'll keep marching on.

Strap on the saddles, brace ourselves now
The exquisite time that we longed for
Our nation's cry over the bold warriors
Pleased to say, the time has arrived.

We might be worn out
But for definite infirmity
We won't stop.

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