Pursuit Of Happyness Poem by Moses Ocharo

Where art thou fair-child of my yester years?
Do rush forth and this mine sorrows depart
To eclipse my hurts and lick up my fears
To warm this my numb and frostbeaten heart
For i have grown weak and im lonely sick
This world has lost its luster of delight
Human hearts have been coated with hate thick
How their eyes doth shine with darkness' blind light
So Im at your altar seeking refuge
Hath cupid run out of his spiked quills?
Cause im bor'd sour with this interlude huge
And no more can i withstand this uphills
But love i know you have pity to me show
And the power to this chokey puffs blow.