I was marching into men's field.
I was carving my own niche.
I was greeted with stares.
I was mocked and jibed.
That could have stopped me,
But I just simply smiled.
For those who cannot,
will dare not,
to forge ahead
and make new horizons.
So determined I was,
So strong was my resolution,
That without a thought,
Without any doubt,
I took another step,
And lo! The accolades and acclamation.
I had won.
I had done it.
I had marched into men's field.
I had enfeebled their enfield.
P.S. This is a salute to the spirit of a friend.
Linking with Alphabe-Thursday : Letter E
Yes, Excellent poem, beautiful tribute.
ReplyDeleteThank you Leovi for your kind words.
DeleteA wonderful tribute to your friend.
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Thank you Sue
DeleteWhat a beautiful tribute...
ReplyDeleteThank you Debra. I really appreciate your kind words.
DeleteThere is great rhythm to this poem, just like the march you describe. I really like the voice of determination as well as the play on words here, Ruby! You have a great way with words.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sandra. Your appreciation means a lot to me.
DeleteOh wow.
ReplyDeleteThis is excellent!
I love the power in these words!
Absolutely enriching and exquisite writing.
Happy New Year!
Thank you for linking.
A+
Thank you Jenny. Your words are such great support. Thank you so much.
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