My Stake

(In survival for new choice and culture)

As slack old tree rots

Strong-keen hand clutches new branch

To strive for high stakes.

Like a hunter’s aim for prey

My life’s bow is choky-free

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Poet/Lyricist – Henry. C.

Henry Chukwuma (c) Feb 2021. All Rights Reserved

https://henrycpoemlyrics.wordpress.com/2021/02/16/my-stake/

Tanka Syllabic lines – 5,7,5,7,7