Edmond Nkoe

(1985-01-07 / south africa)

avarage


he lived a avarage life
with avarage wife
wrote and love his avarage poems
embrass his avarage kids

lived his life and let'n life live for no avarage point
turned and life hit him on the avarage point
boiled and changed his avarage life
lion hitting his avarage wife

smoking and turning to the glamarus life
till he lost his glamarus wife
watching the sun setting on his glamarus eyes
clains and change gone for his glamarus life

sisters run back to their perfect life
live him with his broken heart
dying prying for the last rain
the avarage life down the drain

poetry awken his mind
mentoring his time
short cau to dance with God
his is no more thanks to the Lord

Submitted: Thursday, October 16, 2008

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