Ogu Henry Chijioke8888


Henry's Advice to his Children (To my Generation)


I lived,
I lived my life when love was sin.
Followed my dreams, where ever I pleased,
Truths, leaked, they leaked out of the lips i kissed.


Harmattan did freezed, they freezed my skin, even at noon,
The bats and owls did perch, they even perched on the moon.
My home was unknown, grown grass, brown zink, abandoned years,
I gazed at the my future through a mist of tears,
O, Yes, I never disputed my pain, when I was in tears.


I Never dispise the power of love and of lust,
I Learn every lesson, and even the letters of Love and trust,
For this is the pride of the peace and of war,
That is, do speak in a thousand tongues with
love.


Never stay out when the sun goes down,
For perhaps trouble would take you down.
Or even give your words to a whore, for I did it and broke my heart,
This i wrote is a thousand words to behold,
And try your best to be told and be the generations of Gold.

Submitted: Saturday, October 19, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, December 18, 2013
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