As I climb the stairs of life,
To where true victory and success lies,
I sometimes wish there was a short cut or flight.
As I climb sometimes I trip 'n fall,
But motivation picks me up and then I stand tall,
Thereafter I stumble my way to the throne.
Something up there in the future is brighter,
Luckily my shades are darker.
I'll witness it in time, my pam's are lighter.
No hurricane shall dismantle my ability,
As I make up against force of gravity,
Step after step with morals and huminity.
Some come by and walk with me,
And some overtake me,
They shall never change my pace and destiny.
I'll get there, slowly but surely,
Complete and holy,
Sunny, windy or rainy.
I'll always pause 'n look back for motivation,
Up for salvation,
And wide for inspiration.
No snow shall freeze me,
No rain shall dissolve me,
I resemble the beautiful golden sun - hot.
There is nothing in between the legs,
That will help me jump some steps,
Forget, nothing inside my pants.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A wonderful and confident poem, Ntando. Thanks for sharing. Peace