My Journey Up Hill Poem by Paul Mwenelupembe

My Journey Up Hill



My journey up hill I go up the hill
Here Iam here I come the son of man
Slow meanders I climb the mountain
Oh, this tower is very tall
Ha, here Iam resting more

Here I am; here I come the son of man
Slow step I biting the sand of life
Oh, the short falls are sands heap
Ha, here I am renamed ray

Here I am, here I come the son of man
Gradually Lay I on a course of actions
Up hill, oh the route seems bumpy
Ha, here I am dribbling

My journey up hill, I go up hill
Here I am, here I come the son of man
So desperate is the lion lash
Oh, tears roll up hill, un cried
Ha! Ha! Here I am cheering uptop

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The poem above is all about the journey to success. You meet with different situations until you succeed. Just the same with writing poetry. It is not a simple route, expect hicups along the way. Poetry is deep and as you go down the sea botton you deepen your skills too. Poetry is about yourself, the deep thing in you. Therefore those hands of the creator are a source of endless smile.
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Paul Mwenelupembe

Paul Mwenelupembe

Queens Central Hospital, Blantyre, Malawi
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