Friday, 30 January 2009

HOBSONS CHOICE

Yonder across the river,

I see a beautiful city,

Surrounded with lush of green,

Roofed with starry skies,

Its citizens beckon at me,

To join their happy clique,

Denounce my desolate abode,

A tempting offer indeed,

But the river is bellowing,

Welling with vigor and valor,

Daring me to dive,

And risk the loss of my life,

But have I a choice,

Shy away and die anyway,

Or dare to really work,

And maybe, just maybe,

I will succeed.

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