Right on the hay
I did lay
Wondering if I may
Ever have my bay
At the serene tay
So that I can fay
Truly with my gay
And shout out yay
On that day
While on my way
Back to my cay
Where my toil did pay
In the presence of the ray
©Rachealwyettey
This poem talks about that moment in our life when all we do is wait expectantly for the result of our efforts towards the achievement of our particular dream. It portrays our hope for and expectations of the future because of what we planted yesterday. It's about that one thing that makes us work, work and work despite the inconveniences.
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