Just dont give up my Mate

Just dont give up my Mate short poem

It’s not over yet,
the journey hasn’t ended,
the hard is yet to come,
just don’t give up my mate.
Life has lessons to teach at every step,
every day is a challenge,
proving your mantle should be your goal,
so don’t give up my mate.
You will come a across detours,
unable to decide what to choose,
remember a road not taken could be your repent,
so just don’t give up my mate,
until it’s too late.
There are baits to lure,
but you just don’t get distracted,
no matter how luring it may sound,
there’s sill time you have got,
so don’t give my mate,
just don’t give up.

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