A Mighty Winner
I am a mighty winner all the times;
My weapon is unique but mighty.
Weak I am, but sturdily bulletproofed.
I will always win, no matter the fight;
Injured, I dress my wound and heal.
Sometimes, I slip, fall but stand and move on.
When it makes very hot, no cold I need.
Cold it is, I need no jersey at all.
I trip over a splinter but no fear to fall.
Even if I die today, I am sure to live;
That is the foundation of a great winner
I win not because I am that mighty.
I will always win because of the prayer
Say and trust it; it will strengthen me.
It quenches fires, moves mountains and dries rivers.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Copyright © Mugisho Theophile | Year Posted 2018
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