The man had life changing dreams
But he was unarmed
With the elements of destruction aside,
Yet triumphed through the trivial rigors.
He kept the path straight
That which leads to his destiny
And vision so bright too,
In a bid to make the mum proud.
Unwittingly, the dad smiles along
Little changes weren’t enough
Because he dreamt so big
Hoping to accomplish much.
Regardless of the circumstances
Never remembered by his mates.
All on their paths so mean
Vulnerably uncared for.
Though born with golden spoons
With buttered and cheesed bread.
Through rough and rigid terrain
Amongst the strong and the feeble afloat
Flexible as though unaffected
By the fast flowing wind with no bearing
Stood stiff amidst the tornados
Aware of the glory thereafter.
He sat morbid like one mourning in the morning
Even when he is making waves
He has hope for help in heaven
After all someone is in-charge.
Because it’s not yet His time
To arise and calm the turbulent zephyr
Which the most potent is capable of.
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