The - Poem by AHO Speaks
I have done my daily toil and look not for reward
Only to acknowledge life is a gift from THE.
You allow us to create a mirror of you and me
Chidlren blest and loved; part of a family tree.
We are the children as those of man
To do for the deprived as much as we can.
THE blessing begins with a touch
Soul of the spirit who loves very much.
THE creations are not just for the realm of man
Also the unseen; which we do not understand.
THE is the master and time to keep
THE voice of a giver to those who seek.
Not just THE time from old to new
THE of the past, present and future due.
THE time of man will have gone its way
Soon THE children will have their new day.
Earthly time seems to take too long to express
Why are we favored as human's? because or our uniqueness?
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