The Beatings Of My Life Poem by Babalola Jubril

Rods like canes,
Embedded with sufferings,
Life has been a torment,
As I walk through its path,
Like the air particles in the atmosphere,

My mind will say,
Be aware of the anguish,
That you have suffered so long ago,
Easily I forget,
Hardly I remember,
The beatings of life,

I should never forget,
How the cane damage my skin,
How the fever got me out of the way,
How the risks lowered my self-esteem,
How critics expressed me,
When courage fail me,
I shivered in silence,

Now I can tell,
I can speak! Speak to the world,
Narrate the secrets of the glory,
Boast of my story,
So learn from them,
As I narrate it,
The beatings of my life.