Another Chance Poem by Vincent Igwilo

As the day goes by
I cannot help but to reflect on my past mistakes
Having no guardian
I continually erred

Even as I grew up
I was not left alone
But was continually stricken sore by my conscience
I had no place to run to, for all I had was myself

I saw evil in everything
And my feet rushed to do so
Being entangled on the very net I constructed myself
I didn't seek help but drown the more

Soon I cared less
For I became too familiar with my evil deeds
I was not rebuked
For my outer countenance suggested no evil
But within me I knew I was a volcanic mountain
On the verge of exploding

My life was nothing to pen home about
Although I had gained independence
I was still dependent on sin
I didn't have to go to the cross
'Cause my sin was all gross

I lived in a sphere with no atmosphere
And dwelt in solitude with noo sense of magnitude for an altitude
I swam in depth where sins were my fins
I kept tumbling till I reached what I taught was going to be my tomb

But as history who always have a story of encouragement
My life seem to catch a glimpse of light
It was no longer a fight to live right
'cause my vacuum was filled with a precious being

Infatuation rose from me as my situation turned around
He brought love again to my soul
Just as the dove brought hope to Noah
Alas that chance which I seek was my bread

My lads and pals
This scroll can be your roll
If you take life not just as a fight
But as a race to be won
With the grace of God.