Oh how daunting it is not to know,
which way your life will unfold.
Some may have had visions long ago,
but this is one story never before told.
And if any have but a clue,
what one as weary as I should do,
in order to find myself anew;
then I humbly ask that you come forth,
and advise me so.
As I wait for that lonesome report;
Oh how daunting it is nit to know! ! !
Dedicated to the memory of Steward(the boss) Mabanga;
RIP old boy Christmas comes round only once a year.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice write goat boy, this is good, i'll keep reading