Left Behind?

Left Behind? sonnet poems

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Just because your turn has not come,
Doesn’t mean there is no future.
Even though everyday feels wearisome,
You haven’t seen the bigger picture.

Don’t compare your race with another,
Everyone has a different finish.
Switching tracks, shoes, trying to smother,
Don’t fret if the track has no polish.

Take courage and keep moving ahead,
It doesn’t matter how much long.
It isn’t the time or tide, instead
Its about completing with a song.

You’ve already won when you have chosen to run
You’re not left behind as long as you chin-up to the sun.

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Balveen Cheema
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You have already won when you have run the race! I really like it. All a matter of atitude.!

Geetha Paniker
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Love that attitude…Beautifully written.

ammu sachariah
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Well written. I like it.

ruthieg33
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great poem, I need to read it. Thanks for sharing and the reminder to keep going.

Nikita Mehendiratta
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Beautiful writing mam. Encouraging.

Desiree Brooks
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very positive ….

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