Across Poor World
I thought my weak legs
will across this poor world.
But never take me where I supposed to be.
But now let me not to try
like before,
Than doing it .
No ways to run
besides to clear all doubts.
And let me not to waste anytime.
This promise of mine
will be my hope and my hope
will be my faith which will bring
my true dream at home.
Poem by munyai ndidzulafhi Patric
Copyright © Ndidzulafhi Patric | Year Posted 2021
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