Stubborn Streak

John he was a dreamer, from an early age

had grit, and a stubborn streak five miles long

anyone would say,

Bound & determined,

worked his fingers til they bled

got barely a few hours of sleep each night

Said: “I’ll sleep more when I’m dead”

He plowed on full steam ahead

rarely looking back

When his dreams came to fruition,

and anybody asked,

if it was worth the sacrifices along the way

He’d just grin, and say “Oh, yeah”

By: J.N.R Dutton

Author: J.N.R Dutton

Husband, father,poet,and all around creative soul.

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