Never Give Up Poem by Ajala Samuel Akindele

The wages life brought to my
front nearly executed my kindly
soul, thou life nearly made sadly
out of me.

My future is bright;
The perpetrators are beefing my
humble glory, am about to shine
from grass to tremendous grace.

Although, I was struck by the tool
of evil ones,
I will fear no one, for thou art with me.
Although, I fall from one pit to
another pit,
I will fear no one, for thou art with me.
Although, I walk through the gate of
hot furnance hell,
I will fear no one, for thou art with me.

Although, I was poorer to the peanut
of penury and poverty,
making me doze of life.
War was imposed from the
foursquare of life.
The affluent was my favour,
My sent messiah and my saviour,
Strict to my background, I was
annulled, rejected and decline
But we aren't the same type of
Noble house kingdom
Thou I was a commoner she was
a nobler.
Never give up but try it harder