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A Reason To Live

There were moments in life When my fate lied at the edge of a knife I was afraid to live again Life brought nothing but pain when I could shed a tear for others to cheer the more I cry the higher their feelings float in the sky I was a small boy Any farmer would want to deploy forced to work in estate under strict rules that denied me a chance to talk of schools But just when I couldn’t withstand you came along and told me to stand you sung me a song that made me so strong you shown me the path to knowledge that has further led me to college now I have a chance for once in my life I will dance I can smile for a day and ask God for more time to stay for I now have A REASON TO LIVE (Dedicated to those parents who have adopted a street child)

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Beata Agustin

Date: 11/2/2024 6:15:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 2/26/2016 5:19:00 PM

Boniface Wizilamu, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing, hope to see a new one from you again. LOVE LINDA

Skat A

Date: 1/4/2016 1:52:00 PM

Boniface, enjoyed reading your poem. Hugs **SKAT**

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 10/6/2015 3:41:00 PM

how wonderful for a street child to be adopted by good parents who can offer so much to them. I enjoyed your first poem here At SOup.

Mark Peterson

Date: 11/12/2013 6:34:00 PM

Boniface, it is amazing to me how often we find that, at the moment we would surrender, a ray of sun peeks through and lifts us into its light. All best things to you and keep writing! Years ago, I stopped briefly in Blantyre.