My Life Story

My life story I was eighteen years old In the cold quiet days We had buried my father In the few past days My mother a woke me one morning And told me things had changed She talked of my schooling And said it was challenged The wings were broken the flight was canceled “I’m handing you to the world, our battle is lost” Her voice was deep but her smile was lost “Luck you have learnt, more than the most And now that you have learnt, remember the cost” Few days after, i left her door And walked all the ways across the plains Holding the brush, scrubbing the floors Cursing my life in the field of grains But i thought if i lived longer someday I would pour my tears in lines And now that i have lived up to this day I hold my pain in musical rhymes’