August (Acrostic)


 
All your great dreams – have they come to fruition?
Unclear still is the path of your vision?
Grab your thinking cap (it’s not late) and re-dream.
Unless you move, you’d get stuck and without a beam.
Search hard to see what you could haul in with your net.
Take time to explore, exploit and update.

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  1. Joseph Spence, Sr.7 August 2019 at 03:07

    Very nice acrostic poem for August my beloved brother. I like the reflection of the colors and the flow of the words in each line. There should be an enhancement of one's vision and mission daily. This should include achievements, and the upliftment of worldwide humanity with inspiration at the break of each dawn with the golden rays of the rising sun. Great job. Have an awesome day and blessings always!

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    1. Godwin Inyang7 August 2019 at 17:11

      Thank you so much, sir, for your glowing comment. It's highly appreciated. Stay blessed!

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