I stumbled on a poem that a good friend of mine wrote to me few years back and then I decided to blog it to inspire you... Enjoy. poking into the past
I could only recall the days of serenity and dutifulness as friends
gazing helpfully into life blisses
that future promises us
as if to recall the good and continuous days of our academic years
I see the glory of a most promising brother/sister relationship
of qualitative future
irrespective of race and background
but I only now envisage a counter run as you could not say hi
even at the most dearth state of my young life
with the demise of my most adorable mother
whom i have no words to describe her exit
left to live now are persons with whom i have known
overtime to be a source of encouragement to my life
where are you is now the question i ask myself daily
with a flash on your phone to compliment my nee to keep in touch
why me(?) mayor? do you not wish me see, hear from you
the solemn n word
that used to keep my faith in Christ?
wherewithal will you want me be?
(by nwaekwu samuel, june 2009(c))
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