Leorne Adile

To express what I within me felt
That words already said had failed
I sought things materially made
To offer unto thee instead
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I'm bare knuckles,
Swinging fast in half circles,
My course gets crossed
By an anonymous force
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Tell me of patience, good friend
Has it at all, any good end?
'Tis patience, ' they've said
'That'll have you paid'
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...And when you hear it said,
Dne day, that leorne is dead
Will your hearts be grieved
As though 'twas you bereaved
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Sad news it was, woke me up today,
My great grand father passed away
At an age which, 'cause of the years numbered
Even by him couldn't be remembered.
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This way and that I get tossed
Until my every strength is lost
But because in Thee I have believed,
Right through these trials I've lived
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On that day that I should die
Waste ye not a tear in a cry
Only, if thou should feel grief
May thou weep, but still, be brief.
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Every year in the month of March
I am, by more than years, grown
Friends, with whom I've lost touch
Are to me closer and closer drawn
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'Twould be naught but a cruel mockery
Of love from fate, destiny, or nature
Whichever upon most, relies our future
If we two lovers end not in matrimony.
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Someone broke your heart before
And you shan't love anymore
So you turn men down and reject
All who approach you on the subject
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Love was never meant to quench loneliness
Although when in love we are lonely less
Love teaches more to depend on another
For such things as counter-love, and others,
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The Africans writers unfortunately
Gave only little into poetry
Focusing more on prose
And perhaps a few on plays
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And u can, my dear
Shed off the pain
But first you must share
With those whose trust you've gained
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Sitting out here in the morning sun
Taking from it, all the heat I can
My eyes close and spirit takes adventure
Exploring both nature and God of nature
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Those tough people whilst they last
Face the tough times worst
For in lasting they expose themselves
To much more 'fore they reach their graves
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When I, in the morn my prayers have said,
And thanked Him who sits above,
'Bless her O Lord, ' I add,
'With whom u share my love'
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Sitting idle, in this afternoon sun,
Drowsy with sleep from lack of fun,
Waiting for the day to finally end,
My thoughts, again, art to thee turned.
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