If Only God Poem by Adams King

If Only God

Rating: 4.2


I started when the sun was barely seen
In my teenage foolishness I dwelt
I wasted years searching for pleasures
Ignorant of the coming future

Years came and years were gone
I counted my teeth with my tongue
I found out some added numbers
Yet life never seems to be better

It was never too late to begin
Dry bones could have flesh again
So I was told by a preacher

Only waters could quench this fire
Yet my hands were never wet
The rivers are dried and gone
I held hopes for it to rain someday

Age became a pressing pressure
That's added responsibilities and burdens
On a man's swollen shoulders

I swallowed my bitter spittle
And drink from my salty tears
Hopeless and helpless life seems to be
Yet I hanged on a thread of hope

I wonder where I must have gone wrong
What step leads me to this home
Where sorrow is but my closest neighbour

I was shown the path to success
A fast way to make fortunes in heaps
Ambition and greed pushed me to it
Yet my good conscience held me back

My mother once told me my son
Do not trade your mortar and pestle
For a plate of sweet pounded yam

Though living is unbearable
And life seems more hell to be
Yet death is hard to embrace
Even In a world of hopelessness

I will kneel and pray to God
Even though it seems he has forgotten me
Someday I know he will remember me
By this river side of Babylon

I have lost my dear Zion
I will weep with all my heart
For I'm now like a forgotten brick

Someday this man will smile again
If only God will heal his pains
Men will uplift you high
But drop you from an unimaginable height

But if only God will remember me
I will stand and shine again
With the brightness of a yellow sun

Someday I will leap for joy
So I believe in my heart
If only God will remember me
I know my life will get better

Wednesday, November 27, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: depression,sadness
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Uche Nwanze 28 November 2019

It is never too late to change and write a new chapter. An insightful poem

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Kingsley Egbukole 27 November 2019

A very sadpoem of a life not well lived but thank God you realised yourself and making a decisive effort to right tge wrongs. Your strong faith in God will raise the dry bones to walk again. Victory is sure. Beautiful poem deserving a 10++.

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