The Sick People Poem by Ibekwe chisom
The Sick People
Always in bed
but seeing the grave
a time of rest and sorrow
looking so thin and tall
praying to see the daylight
living in the shadows of past memories
and doing no harm to any body
with a hope to rise in his spiritual fight
will i ever put a smile on my face
and joing in good race
with a pace of success
he always thinks
Saturday, June 22, 2013
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