When I Couldn'T Swim Across The English Channel Poem by Norden Lama

When I Couldn'T Swim Across The English Channel



When I could not swim across the English Channel,
I was drowned for the entire life.

The year was 1965.
The current in the sea was swift and strong.
I was stroking with full of my arms.
And dreamed of photograph and autographs,
Dreamed of fame and fortune,
Dreamed of dining with the princess.
The weather was perfect and clear,
I could hear the people cheer.
I was swimming THE ENGLISH CHANNEL.

Though tired and breathless,
I was feeling so weightless.
My legs and arm couldn’t feel the pain,
My body would have been rather disdained.
My direction was shaken when I felt the tide,
I saw the wave coming wide.
The wind was there with drizzle strong,
The weather foretasted was totally wrong.

My faith was shaken, my sight was blurred
I doubt as myself, boy far heard.
And odyssey expected was far down feet.
The verge was, for me to quit

The night became cold and destiny far,
I was raging in self proclaimed war.

Voices could be heard what if I didn’t
Aspirations will be laid barren
Faith and belief will be gone…
But I had no strength to go on.

Emotions all vanished in anguish
When I stopped to quit for some other day.
But the second chance never came my way….

My failing so final, my defeat so fatal.
I Show a fervent facade.
Underlies a different visage.
Beholding a frozen feet and lamenting heart.
Disgusts with an excess of sentiments.
When I could not swim across the English Channel,
I was drowned for the entire life.

I have become So Fragile, so volatile.
I Forfeit my self declare penalty.
Giving up at 558km…wasn’t fair
When only few miles to go was there…

I mourn for my demise now.


Thorns of arrogance nourish in my mind.
Experiences of life time makes me this kind.

I could not swim across the English Channel.
I couldn’t swim across my dream.

Sitting at the strait of Dover,
I gaze the sea over and over…
Many years have passed since that day.
Giving up confronted me in every way…

Quitting at that instance
Was like building fence around cemetery

When I couldn’t swim across the English channel…
I was very old since that day.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Babalola Adeola 26 January 2012

nice one. Tell me not to give up on my dreams through the experience narrated. Thanks for sharing.

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