My quest to study in Europe
Was more like a long rope
Long before I met with hope
At the edge of the curvy slope
Then I appeared in a neighborhood
Stranded inside-out without a hood
I became receptive to my own mood
Of how I could get a foothold
In a city where I sought for charity
Instead I got a noble opportunity
That restored my faith in humanity
By one man’s act of generosity
Whom I have given nothing
Even after giving me everything
He still maintains a classy attitude
Regardless of my continuous gratitude
Dedicated To: SIR T.D. (MY HERO)
t's a wonderful piece . I admire the fact that you put your thoughts to writing which is something that most people shy away from . Truly inspiring
ReplyDeleteAmazing Donald
ReplyDeleteim inspired and motivated with your words of wisdom
Upon scrutinising your artwork never have I encounted boredom
Your vehemence is rich like a python spit of
venom.
Amazing Donald
ReplyDeleteim inspired and motivated with your words of wisdom
Upon scrutinising your artwork never have I encounted boredom
Your vehemence is rich like a python spit of
venom.
nice...keep up the good work bro
ReplyDeleteThis is awesomely thoughtful and inspiring. Good job senior bros, may God bless that man and inspire you to write more poems - Amen!!!
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