The Journey Of His Day Poem by Anele Potelwa (Unpublished)

When the morning comes,
it is the day after yersteday,
i knew that i have been,
once again granted an opportunity,
to live my life,
The rising sun!
tells of an adventure to shall undertake by the time,

when the morning comes,
the whistle blows,
and i know the game has began,
yersteday reminisced!
moaned is the night!
i knew the journey had commenced,

twinkling are my eyes,
the day goes on,
i step out of the door,
for that time it clicked,
it was a diagnoses of vagrancy,
with which i persuade my dreams,

vacuity in mind a commodity,
i ought to trade with replenishment,
i navigate my soul through haven and earth,
and i saw the morning,
i saw the sun!
i saw the day!
i saw and saw the journey,

till the other night comes,
the suit continues,
on and on it goes,
the adventure nomadics one more time,
and once again,
i will see the sun,