Grieve Your Old Self Poem by Frank Okoth

Go to the world and get yourself hope,
it is there you lost it.
In the current days,
Nothing takes away your hope
as messages of hope,
Nothing makes you unhappy,
as times of merriment.
But even though nothing piles your sadness
as expressions of consolation, just go back and hope.

Go to the world and bring me life,
for it is there you died.
Humans only know how to live,
though not so well.
Humans are yet to discover Life,
I mean, who has always lived?
I mean, conquer death and Live.

Re-enter the world and love again,
for it is there you despised and hated.
Though there you were as well despised and were hated,
just re-enter the world, forgive, and be loved again.