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For the person on a health kick
who's eating healthy food.
Just by asking how they started
you could never quite conclude.
For the reasons still unknown
where the opposite is true.
Instead of starting good food,
quiting bad food's what you'll do.
For bad food's very plenty
and good food's very rare.
That when skipping all the bad foods
very few foods do you bare.
For few things make it easy
to choose what you will eat.
And a panic's not as likely
as to force you to retreat.
For this story has a moral.
Not to fear the change in food.
But to learn what food is healthy
just by what you can exclude.
At times, life's dares can be very tough
Betwixt our existence and His plans
Circumtances may arise anytime
Doubts in our faith are at stake
Everything seems so hard and harsh
Friends are turning their back on us
God seems sleeping and not around
Helping hands are hard to perceive
Intelligence and reasoning are of no use
Jealousy to others fate is often an end
Knowing oneself is the key to this nightmare
Learning to understand this situation
Motivates us to continue living life
No more heartaches and pains
Over these misfortunes is hope
Praying that one day this shall pass
Quiting is not the answer but stead
Rest asured that we must keep on moving
Setting our target and life's goal
Towards a happy and satisfied stay
Unexpected scenarios should be welcomed
Values must be kept and treasured
Worries and doubts be neglected
Xercise a positive attitude towards all
Yes to His plan for us and abide
Zeal for a happy and satisfied life begins
down into the valley of doubt, my demons haunt
hauling in all mannerisms with glaring despair
My nights just day without light
in the glee, hopes and dreams
In my human spirit is the mystery of life
with a racing mind; this cruel world
where hard work never pay
with frustrations; a daily dose
Then I sit up into the empty night
checking my clock it's three AM
twisting and turning to ponder over my well known frustrations
my youthful dreams shadow all the contributory
sparking memories of a once promising future
flourishing businesses at 22
a happy family at 23
a car at 24
a happy serving christian in the sanctuary
a generational inspiration;
touching lives as I am touched.
all swept under
To misery-filled life where
The thought of hope is bare
struggles and despair
sparking this thought of dare
quiting this so called school of life
Her majesty
The mother of creation
The keeper of life
The power of existence
The giver The taker
The first The power
May your kingdom be blessed
After God I fear women
Yet I bless her majesty
The queen of creation
I call on thee
Am pleading for her patience
Am asking for her mercy upon men
Cos the days are becoming shorter
The men don't last no more
We either live to please
Or die with old illness
Our respect are valued
on the weight of our wallet
Despite the love we give
Yet most times
We can't avoid to be stabbed
From same source we chose
To care and feel loved
The world is turning around
The men are quiting their relationship
On daily bases
Alot of us are confused till date
Despite we chose to cover our grieves
Does not mean it doesn't exist
So I call on her majesty's
Her majesty
The mother of creation
The keeper of life
The power of existence
The giver The taker
The first The power
May your kingdom be blessed
No woman no cry
Indeed alot of men are full
Of just their Shadows
Is sad how it leaves them in the dark
And get back when they catch the light
Our young men are largely growing
Up by single parent
Families don't last no more
Alot of stubborn hearten women
Out there world wide
Despite the few good ones are not
Enough numbers to contain men
So if you are blessed by her majesty
Be sure to live happily longer
In a dying world
So I plead to the queen
I ask for her mercy
I ask her to forgive the sins of men
And bless the world with
Enough good and royal women
Her majesty
The mother of creation
The keeper of life
The power of existence
The giver The taker
The first The power
May your kingdom be blessed
Note
This epic poetry
Is never for any damages or curse for violence
Is never a hate on women
We need the families together
To build our world stronger
For the future generation
The men need real love
The young man needs a father at home
Not outside with another woman
Let all of us remember no matter
What we do that the young needs to grow
And be nurtured by the best of our adult ability
Richard Nnoli.....