Theses To My Sister Poem by Mcanthony Nwatu

The road is destined to be hard
Be fast and steady as you can
Unbiased and follow the star
No matter how far
The manger is always near

Your mobile is determination
Failure fuels this vehicle
Ask not how long but
Pray it rains not
On your way back with the back of salt

Non is destined to or not to get it
Rather the grip of courage gets it
Filled with thorns of everlasting impression
But feeds passersby with shield for future thorns
And at the end with everlasting prowess.

Wait as the dog waits for the bone
No matter the cause
Don't end the controversy
For the lioness is off the cave
Where there is enough to devour.