Days Of My Youth Poem by Lisbon Tawanda Chigwenjere

Days Of My Youth



I once preached to a man in a telephone booth,
Long ago during the days of my youth,
I grew up different from the other boys,
As a little boy I studied the scriptures and avoided toys

When I was past being a child,
I did not care whether it was hot, cold or mild,
I traveled seventy-four kilometers to preach in Marandellas,
Now my dream goes even beyond Dallas

I was a teenager then,
But I could invade a lion's den,
I was so strong and bold,
I could preach even in the cold,
During the days of my youth,
I remembered my creator

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