Dear child your turn will come.

Your mind is racing while time is still,

You wonder why your youth is gone.

Now is a time to think,

Tomorrow is a time to execute. 

The world wasn't built in a day.



When your time does come,

Do not hesitate. 

Dear child you are born for greatness.

Greatness is a title one earns,

Through patience,

And determination.






This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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