Coming Soon
Weep not mum!
For thy prayers have been heard.
Your wishes have been granted.
Struggle a little mum.
Soon my term will be up.
I'll be ripe enough,
To put a smile in your face.
Rejoicing mum.
Your saviour is here.
Whilst other will be rejoicing.
You won't be left behind.
Your merry is coming.
With a rod at my hand I come.
The rod to make a road.
A road of success.
For you mum.
You and your descendants.
@Tha Formidable Cheru.
#themonk
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