Stalwart

By Abimbola T. Alabi

Vagaries of this life can be
Tough and hard to fathom,
And yet have they conquered me?
Look how far I’ve come.

As I climb up its hill,
Slopes and jagged edges and all,
There are times I slip but still
At no time did I fall.

As I tread along its way
Sometimes I run into bends,
Stumbling blocks on some days
But never into dead ends.

As I sprint down its lane,
Hurdles seem to abound,
Yet the tripping now and again
Still can’t bring me down.

Whims of life that lie in wait
Though I may not have a clue,
Firm is my will, strong is my faith.
My God will see me through.

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