The Man Who Was Almost a Man
He was almost a man of hope
When the past came calling,
He listened to its bleeding voice
Then fell at his peak of success.
No one was there to help him up,
Silently he died in his miseries.
He was almost a man of hope,
But the past ruined his succulent life.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016
Copyright © John Chizoba Vincent | Year Posted 2016
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