No Guts No Glory

Dare I ask what tomorrow brings

Another day of temptation to reach my hope

Yet I am prepared, even if it stings


Shadows of Doubt creep in the valleys of ordinary things

Taking and devouring those who can’t cope

Dare they ask what tomorrow brings


Yet those remaining have held on firm strings

Continue with chutzpha, despite their blind path up the steep slope

Yet they are prepared, even if it stings


A path unknown with treacherous thoughts, but worth the blings

With guts set to do what people stated as “nope”

And to dare ask what tomorrow brings


These people, audacious with the highest of pings,

And who hang the shadows of Doubt with sustaining rope,

Were most prepared, even if it stings


And now, I myself rely on these ambitious feelings

To strive through my life with most rash hope

For I may not know what tomorrow brings

But I’m well prepared, no matter how nefarious it stings


This poem is about: 
Our world


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