Imitation Is Limitation Poem by Vincent Onyeche

Moments when I was a boy,
My parents will say to me,
Son eat and when you grow,
Be great, grow into a surgeon…
Anita heal wounds, even with a smile.

Maybe it's why most wishes are lifeless toy…
My parents will always say to me,
Son lanterns lit shall always glow,
Be great, you are tomorrows future…
Andy has walked several miles.

Motivated away from imitation coil,
Myself and I had to make the most of me,
Souls all have an independent flow,
By myself I chose, a different brochure…
And life is what I make of mine.