November 29, 2017
Courageous Pugilist
This poem is dedicated to my co- scholars to elucidate how much we strive and how much we improve our way of living in the society.
Courageous Pugilist
by Hanna Grace
During the greatest disaster and challenges that I faced;
I am still fighting in spite of the difficulties that bumped.
Because of my motivation, I always there;
Though I am far to my folks who vanished all my fears.
Every day for me before is constantly mind numbing;
Because I cannot understand all the training.
But now, I am already standing and facing,
Struggling everything for I am always aiming.
Every time I see my co-scholar over the moon;
I realized that why should I have to be forlorn?
They were banding together like a family;
During technical hitches, they have solidarity.
I was blind by my sulkiness and isolation;
Always asking and searching for attention.
I never think it will cause me to a deep failure,
How can I able to alter if I am always immature?
I was stirring while looking myself in the mirror;
Recognizing that I am better than the pathetic battered poor.
Now, I understand why I am in this kind of situation.
Because many were hoping to enter this kind of organization.
No matter how complicated the Programming is;
No matter how tired our tasking is;
No matter how far our university is;
I am always there! Saying, “I can do this!”
I am still fighting in spite of the difficulties that bumped.
Because of my motivation, I always there;
Though I am far to my folks who vanished all my fears.
Every day for me before is constantly mind numbing;
Because I cannot understand all the training.
But now, I am already standing and facing,
Struggling everything for I am always aiming.
Every time I see my co-scholar over the moon;
I realized that why should I have to be forlorn?
They were banding together like a family;
During technical hitches, they have solidarity.
I was blind by my sulkiness and isolation;
Always asking and searching for attention.
I never think it will cause me to a deep failure,
How can I able to alter if I am always immature?
I was stirring while looking myself in the mirror;
Recognizing that I am better than the pathetic battered poor.
Now, I understand why I am in this kind of situation.
Because many were hoping to enter this kind of organization.
No matter how complicated the Programming is;
No matter how tired our tasking is;
No matter how far our university is;
I am always there! Saying, “I can do this!”
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