Poetry: The Race

The race

I was in a deep thought of what I knew.
Of course it was in no time!

Abayomi Adeola Della I went through with my hands backwards my head,
Making usual turns on my cozy bed!

Why has life treated me this way?
Why has my journey being so unfair?

Then I stopped to wonder,
It was my time to run my race.

Abayomi Adeola Della

Abayomi Adeola Della is a Life & Business Coach. She engages Content Development to bring ideas to life.

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