The Story Of My Days Poem by Alancia Lebogang Mogorosi

Is written in black and white
On a fine huge paper
I always wonder why it of agony is.
And not of humanity

The stories ever told today
Which charges a political member undergoes
Whose young society child gas been rattled
And who lost their soul on that hit

I hear a story now and then
Of a legendary who's in dark rest
And I think of mentorship
Because they lived to another generation

I read stories of people who like patients
Keeps on digging for another pill
They say it's cool, but not efficient
Because many have lost and some are lost

Stories I always hear these days
Ruin my view as a young person willing
I think of the days my old folks screened unto my eyes
Because then no stories was ever told