Tracee Olga

Rookie - 148 Points (28th July 1990 / Nairobi, Kenya)

My Time Will Come - Poem by Tracee Olga

Someone I respect once told me
Gods timing is divine
His timing does not divide
But unites always
Since then I look for ways
To teach my stubborn heart
That it will painfully hurt
If I rush it
Like glutton eats
Hurriedly without care
So I have got to be fair
To my heart, to my being
And think before I begin
I don’t have to rush
Rushing end results is coated in rash
My time will come soon
And fall right on my spoon
Right before my eyes
And I know my heart will say aye!
Because it will be divine, very fine
Because it will be from God!


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 5, 2014


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