My Life Poem by floyd biggie hwende

Born a fool and weakling
Born poor I was
Fought like a lion
Ran like a hyena without tiring
And got to this place

The journey is still there
It is still night and day is still to come
Yet I hope and run without fear
Tiring or stopping

Tell me where the resting place is
Where the victor rest their heads
Where the might worry not about battles
Tell me
Where can I open my eyes and see a blue sky
Feel the cool breeze of joy and success.