Opportunities to grow beyond the toil of yesterday

Are ever present

The pitfalls and sly people

That ate away at the hope of a precocious mind

Are ever present

But the desire to preserve remains

Only the conductor can stop a freight train

Going 120 miles per hour

On lookers may try to slow it down

People may hope it derails

But as look as it has coal

And determined souls…

It will stay on the rails

Love always, Ayesha