No Cross, No Crown Poem by JESUROBOOWIE GIFT IMAFIDON

Scrupulous struggle from birth
Has been mankind’s dearth.
Toiling with hot sweat that sweep the earth
In search of self worth,
But such worth becomes vanity without a fight for survival.
With so much stumbling blocks to rival,
Our battle started even before our arrival,
Now we look beyond the mortals for a revival.

A prize, A Hero, A savior,
To be our angel with shiny armour.
This we daily long for, so He can restore our honour,
And cause a blessings downpour.
The excruciating pains we don’t want to feel
But life itself is a battle field,
With choices that lead to ordeal,
And pains’, wailing on praying kneels.

But nature teaches all.
That honey is sweet, not without the busy bees’ sting,
Roses are beautiful, not without thorns.
Feeble heart achieves little, don’t give up,
carry your cross, no matter how heavy.
So you can wear the golden crown at the end.
Since life is a script, act your scene beautifully,
Cos life is a fight that must be won.