Treasure Island

Edwina Reizer

(12/22/1937 / LAKEWOOD, NJ)

Limitations


To place limitations on thyself
is not how life's meant to be.
To dare to strive beyond the horizon
helps you become free
to travel where others fear to go.
You can leap-frog over them
and they will never know
how you did this unbelievable feat.
And inspiration in them may grow.

It only takes one stepping stone
to rise above the rest.
God has given this gift to all.
However life's your one big test.
Will you watch someone else
take this emboldened step?
Or will it be you to break the limits
and become the very one
to set the example for others
so they can find their limitations done?

Submitted: Friday, October 18, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 22, 2013
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