Poetry

For I am born

My ways may beFull of hurdlesI may fallI may cryI may breakMay be several timesBut I have faithAt every hurdleI will get upWith full enthusiasmAnd will moveTowards my goalFor I am bornWith all my mightWill stand in the stormWait untill the windKneel down in frontThen will adjust my sailsTo finish my voyage. @Maya