The Commencement

jwhhobbs22
Jan 10, 2025
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The battle

Even a drop of effort

Lead me to finishing what was set

The words upon my tongue

Rather a stream of sentences

Much to ponder upon a draft

One draft meddlesome

But many left as they are

A rough assembly of lines or rhyme

Like the daily walk or making time

Are trips and pebbles

But keeping long enough

Finding the path, the bridge

An ocean crossed

The path itself and destination worth it.

A poem written shortly after finishing another. Good luck this week.

J.W.H. Hobbs.

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