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Tired,

but never mired.

Failed,

but never shall the little boat halt its sail,

'sail,one day,

'sail one day the seven seas!' it said,

'sail the furthest I can foresee!'

Though there will be times,

times of tides and tireless toil,

ruthless,relentless waves of torment unfoil....

Seethe island of Tortuga,

the Isle of Happy!

Never ceased my blood to so passionately boil,

like the seedling's strive,

to taste the taste of sweet, sweet soil.

Journeys.

Nevertheless excruciating,

never shall I deprive,

but wake up and revive.

Halt!Listen! Listen not to your panting!

Do your hear the cheers so often?

So warm in heart,

as it was made of cotton,

So deep it rooted in the deepest of my heart,

how palpable it lingers amidst the cold,

cruel air.

For I ask myself at present,

for how,

how shall tiredness lure me forgotten,

how warm the air with encouragements so often,

how the frozen limbs soften,

and heart un-slacken.

How shall tiredness lure me forgotten?

How shall failure,

not be the cure?

When you encourage,

I envisage victory (though not victorious),

Iran faster than man who propelled by a thousand hands,

(at least I do feel so)

thus I endure.

And allow I now refrain:

How could mere tiredness shall lure me forgotten?

How could Mere failure,

not be the cure?

When never have I,

Never,

have I,

been

So Sure.