The Story Of My Days Poem by Alancia Lebogang Mogorosi

The Story Of My Days

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Is written in black and white
On a fine huge paper
I always wonder why it of agony is.
And not of humanity

The stories ever told today
Which charges a political member undergoes
Whose young society child gas been rattled
And who lost their soul on that hit

I hear a story now and then
Of a legendary who's in dark rest
And I think of mentorship
Because they lived to another generation

I read stories of people who like patients
Keeps on digging for another pill
They say it's cool, but not efficient
Because many have lost and some are lost

Stories I always hear these days
Ruin my view as a young person willing
I think of the days my old folks screened unto my eyes
Because then no stories was ever told

Nkululeko Mdudu 23 July 2008

stories remind us of the past and assure us of the future: it is a story as old as time that all generations seem to be worse than those before them, and so ours is no different. there will always be the good old days, but daYS ARE JUST DAYS, and they are what we make of them. good write.

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Bob Blackwell 26 April 2008

Alancia, the world changes all the time, so stories do as well. The important thing is that love should always be with us no matter what age or era that we are in. You still write well, I loved this poem, it is good to question, thats how we grow. Bob

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Alancia Lebogang Mogorosi

Alancia Lebogang Mogorosi

South Africa< Mpumalanga
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