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We come to life with no great aim,

 

But step by step…our souls flame.

 

We crawl before we learn to walk.

 

We babble before we learn to talk.

 

We walk and take our first step,

 

With a lot of pain… and a little help.

 

We make it then and start to run,

 

With too much love and too much fun.

 

But we are still with no great aims,

 

For life is still a bunch of games.

 

Then we grow and pain begins,

 

And we start to know of our sins.

 

We think we choose what we shall be,

 

But soon we change and start to see,

 

That we are made what we should be.

 

When we see that and stick to it,

 

We might succeed and make a hit.

 

Then we begin to set some goals,

 

Which enrich our empty souls.

 

Yes ! hope springs eternal in the heart,

 

And brings us close to a head-start.

 

If goals are great, noble, and high,

 

They will see light and soar so high.

 

So hitch your wagon to a star,

 

For greatness is just a step far.

Tamara Mehhook

 

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