May 132012
I remember the days of old
When I was young and not bold
Where destiny was a mans choice.
I never heard my fathers’ voice
Calling my name in his chants
Of celestial-worship and dance.
I was young and not bold
To know that you may be old
And not know I should have
Called your name as a key
To my celestial dance.
A prophetic spiritual chance;
More like an apostolic Calvary -
To save you from life’s’ mortuary.
I’ve been marshalling out your
Name-like a spiritual horoscope you’re.
And as you read this prayer of mine,
When you become young and now bold.
That destiny is a mans choice
But, you heard your fathers voice.
A great writting
Issokay!
Mistake. ‘mans’ = man’s. Take note. Nice piece. Message was clear.
Nice try, but believe me ‘u fit do beta’. I’ll personally like to c u improve. Poetry is nt a day’s job.
Enjoyed it though.
Father to son things. Act with your child the way you wanted your parents to be with you…that’s the message i see within…
Keep writing and getting better. Well done…$ß.
Yes, keep getting better. I didn’t really get the message.
@louis, if you comment like this on my post, I won’t hesitate to fight you. Send just one comment and say everything you want in it. Stop making people’s posts look like play zones.
I see through your eyes. Some pains would never have been if fahers spoke to their sons……
Nice one..
You need to edit your work properly before posting them……
EXACTLY what he said.
Am leaving to come and read it again. to get that message… kudos!
Not bad