Theory of Goals

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Theory of Goals

Our eyes on the award,
as we challenge for the prize
Onward, the direction
as we move foward to rise
Sophisticated plans are sought after
with great strife and chance
The things that we must master,
and continue on with great stance
The choices that are taken,
come at no hesitation
The hurdles that are made,
come at no specification
Greatness, a stage that can most
certainly be achieved
Greatness, a dream that can most
certainly be believed

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Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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