The Dry Bone Can Rise Again
Any day hardship
comes my way,
It turns it into a
moody day.
I can only give a
painful laughter
to be my comfort
rafter.
It then reminds me
of my mom's saying
"the dry bone can
rise again"
Among my friends, I
am condemn.
As a biscuit
bone,when I follow
them,
they will beat me
unfairly.
I cry back home
ocean of tears daily
"stop weeping" I
encouraged myself
for
the dry bone can
rise again.
In my
neighbourhood,i am
nobody.
very fruitless and
useless somebody.
I lack further
endurance.
I can do anything in
annoyance ,
but I have to cool
my temper for
the dry bone can
rise again.
In my class,I am the
dullest,
even as i'm the
tallest.
When I talk,shorts
and skirts give me
mock.
They jeered and
made me a laughing
stock.
I swallowed all the
bitter pills because
the dry bone can
rise again.
My mother said
situation of mine will
move;
from negative to
positive,
zero to hero,nobody
to somebody,
illiterate to sturdy.
I believe her
because
the dry bone can
rise again.
Copyright © Ugwu Cornelius Chidera | Year Posted 2014
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