Aim The Target

Here and there, the arrows lay

On the ground, useless

As my efforts in achieving

My only goal remained unfulfilled.

Again and again, I tried

To hit the bull's eye

At least once, before I give up

Or move on to sulk in a corner.

Just when I decided to let go

The breeze whispered, to aim once more;

Squaring my shoulders, I shot the arrow

Eyes widening in wonder as it struck the target.