Hold on with your tale, brother!
You can't deceive me with that
Cock and bull story of lost brain.
Every eyes has some water in it
But all depend on how we use it.
You may use it for Good or Bad;
All is in your hand to tell the world.
Hold your story to yourself!
You have a burden and I have mine,
What makes It different is the we carry it;
And the way we see it through our eyes.
Mine might be heavier than yours or
Yours might be heavier than mine.
Don't shade those crocodile tears to me,
I have seen a lot and I am tired of them.
Every eyes has some water in them to shade,
Problems would never make me shade a drop of my tears again.
So don't make me feel as if I don't have water in my own eyes by crying here and there because you have nothing to eat.
(C) John Chizoba Vincent
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem