A Piece I Wrote Long Ago Poem by Ernest Makuakua

Theres a piece i wrote

a piece i wrote about Mothers on why do they hate other women?
Why they hate their husbands kids so much and why fathers hate the womens kids even go an extra mile to kill simply for evil ill love?

A dove crossed above my head straight from high up the sky it fell on the edge of my shoulder and i sighed probably it had lifted my spirit too i said and held it by hand go now little dove a lot may want to eat you.
literaly long ago i wrote a piece about life and believed mine and yours could be better it got worse and i stayed alive while others wrote notes on how to survive i believed im a survivor
indeed theres a piece i wrote about tears and pain i caused and that was caused to me.

A piece i wrote about time as we have 24 hours a day to do all that we have to do, wether we pray, love, respect, act, atract or subtract,
work play rejoice with joyce,
that voice worship and be peacefull well its all wonderful.
whats stressful?
Time wasted can never be regained
we complain and say if i had enough time.
we all have time
the difference is how we use it. i wrote
i wrote
i wrote a piece long time ago and i still write

A piece that grabbed me with a feeling of positivity
Dont be angry my son you still conquer
im telling you long ago i wrote a piece about a disaster that occured 5 times more but ive got to breath before i say it
i still write another life story.

In another episode of life.