Once Poem by Amadu Amaru

I remember there used to be an
inspired young woman.
I remember Winnie Taaka used to
talk to me.
She had me felt like poverty was
a thing to be in.
And even though everything
seemed tough to me and always
had it rough,
I always had enough.
Once she was so kind to me;
I remember she realy made me a
happy young scrub.
Every time she could talk to me
I couldn’t imagine we was like 2
distant cousins,
Your advices to me turned into
blossom.
I picture your beauty flowin' like
Champagne
Though it took me time to stare at you
Your speeches put me into situations
ambitious