Boniface Wizilamu Poet Light Verse

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 November 2, 2024 at 6:15 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 February 26, 2016 at 5:19 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 January 4, 2016 at 1:52 PM Boniface, enjoyed reading your poem. Hugs **SKAT**

Andrea Dietrich October 6, 2015 at 3:41 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 November 12, 2013 at 6:34 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.