Hard Knocks Poem by Sunday Igwebuike

The poem is bringing to the fore the whole essence of life. To become a man as they say, is not a day's job. Life's battle is not won on a platter of gold. Life generally is learning to become who we are. More often than not, mankind is failing in that simple but complicated task. How many of us can answer the basic question of our humanity, Who are you or to say this is my purpose on earth? We are on the same pedestal with animals, if we fail to define our beingness. Like Socrates of old would say, man know thyself. A person who has that knowledge would accord due priority to his or her life and time's' on earth! He or she would face the battle squarely and stop blaming enemies real or imagined, when any thing goes wrong!