Honesty Poem by Tshifhiwa Given Mukwevho
Honesty
Hard times taught me how to walk.
Toes of my feet grew sore, slowing my climbing
But since the sacred duty of progression
Kept fondling my ear I had to keep going.
Humble ideas and thoughts
Brought about principal ideals
To be established.
In the wilderness I met
Old sages who unconsciously revealed to me
That longing is a pain concealed.
And I had no choice but
To concede with them.
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