I came directly from through the ranks
All my dues paid, my homage to life
To my God alone all my humble thanks
For bread I slice with prayer knife.
I came strictly from my very own hood
All of my dues I paid through my strife
To mama dear for prayers and our food
For all she sacrificed to save my life.
I came humbly from a very blessed home
All my dues are paid through my chores
To charity, It said take and leave some
For all I learned I am beyond my shores.
I came strongly ready to join the hustle
My dues paid with my years of readiness
To poverty, a real caveat for my struggle
For I've persevered through steadfastness.
You can be proud that you have paid all your dues.... except to God! Such a thought can keep your head so high! Well penned Ivan!
Thanks for your kind words Valsa...Kindly read '' Simpson And Delala ''
It was a big surprise that this poem was chosen as ''Poem Of The Day''..I had no idea that when I penned the story of my humble beginning through poetry, a community of great minds would've chosen it as poem of the day. Thanks to all of you great poets who gave it your honest thoughts or expressed you likes and dislike, you all I appreciated!
For bread I slice with prayer knife. Superb conceptualization. Congrats on the poem of the Day.
''Poem of the day'' is both complementary and somehow a blessed flattery..for I pray to become like you great poets out there.Thanks!
Such an interesting poem... well-expressed... a highest 10+++++ You may visit my HEARTACHES WILL NEVER LAST and TAKE TIME TO THINK.... Congrats on being chosen...Thanks, Ivan....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rich flow of thought. A well texted and nicely thought-out poem. It touched my heart. Thanks for sharing Ivan and do remain blessed.
Thanks Chinedu, you've always made me feel like I'm almost there.