Twice Beaten By Life

Twice beaten by life in my race but Am not shy nor intimated to stand again. Life herself is a lesson of Gold to learn, I breast no thought to change the Narrative and pattern of nature in my stand, Once beaten twice lesson; third, another try. I may not unwittingly prepare the ground of hobbling for the kingdom above my head, This life must I fight to the end of its cunny lies. Life has come of age but the way forward still remains stiffly buried in the past of failure, The fear of the unknown man in the criddle of life. Bid me the good will to continue the search of the meaning to this mysteries of life mother nature, Still on your kneels shall I bow to worship later. Those who break and run at the crack of whip are not worthy of being called men in the race of life, I have come to defend posterity to the core. it’s no fun patching up the wounded in the street, United we can mend a broken broomstick here. Stand and look up at the face of challenges in life, Make your face stronger and bitter than theirs, Once beaten twice shy shall be an old tale to tell. When the beginning is compromised, the ending doesn’t entice anymore with the heart that sees. I am a new testimony to mankind not to beasts New testimony comes with memories of a lifetime Embibled in the eyes of tomorrow with love. Twice beaten in life, I still stand stronger, I shall not pick my fingers at the sight of the sun up. Forward I move whether good or bad, better or worst. (C) John Chizoba Vincent Voice Of Vincent 2016