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Never Get Tired


If we never get tired
Of our struggle that has no bound
And our hustle with hard labour
Like a nulligravida in the labour ward
We will soar higher in the green pasture


If we never get tired
Of the dreams yet to be achieved
And the races we're yet to win
Like ManU, the UK based team
Eventually, we'll win some trophy


If we never get tired
Of the giant books which we read
And the boring lectures which we attend
Like a scholar, that wants to win an award
Acing the exams will always be our reward


If we never get tired
Of the 7-9 work without delay
And our family who left us astray
Like a lost lullaby roaming the bay
We may be rich like world richest Billgate


If we never get tired Of the success yet to be achieved
And the victory yet to be recorded
Like a worm burrowing a hard rock
The end may later become a water fall


If we never get tired
Of the friends who got us betrayed
And our prayers, which are yet to be answered
Like a praying mantis at the mountain top
E go be things and God no go shame us


- Acetyl 29/01/2020
In memory of the Induction ceremony into the medical profession on the 23rd of January, 2020.

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