Your Trust Must Be Clear And Limited Poem by Felix Emeka George

When I lost my father
I thought I have a mother
I do not care, because
I know I have a love
Until one daylight hour,
I lost my mother
The reality of life stared my face
And My pale heart told a lecture
Never have you had absolute trust
And much In man born of woman
Who are like firewood
That is dead and gone word
Forgotten is the memory of man
Who made promises in your need
Like those of my relatives, who
Said, ‘I will do these and that'
All talks leads to a tales in the moonlit
When the morning appears
Is as a drunkard head in a day light
Than the mist is like their promises.
Study it, notice! it is nothing.