The Shepard's Of Arcadia 1 Poem by Felix Emeka George

In exactly twenty-one days gone
Since my world turned around
As a joke, my dear people!
I was a child which mother cherishes
Love and cared for, by my father
Whom I lived with from my birth,
I had wear hopes and dreams
To complete my school and proficiency
Until fate conspired, bring my joy
In excruciating misery,
My hopes and dreams died,
Like shooting stars splash, in rapid

My dear people! I wouldn't know
Who exactly I have offended,
What offence I have committed
That I cannot discern like
A fatherless as the ocean
Faithless as wild waves of marine
Which facilitate cannot hold bathe.

In a song-sing of sorrow as cavernous
Soothing Alleyway of Darkness

The weather is threaten,
The rain is coming,
Something is happening,
A child in a lonesome end
With hand of chance not pleased
Deceiving by fortune, I believe;
On how chance cruelly convey
And bring shadows in my soul,
To What justice have in my life

Oh my precious people,
Where do I beginning,
Into my sad gallery
As life is like stair case,
My tales I begin.I will tell you