Thirty One Thanks To Jah Poem by Onwuasoanya FCC Jones

31 years have rolled by since my first cry in the world,
Mother didn't murder me, thanks to Jah
Father may have flung me away, but for Jah.
I have lost friends younger than myself within this sojourn,
Some didn't have the pleasure of their first cry,
Some didn't live to hear the first cry of another,
Some didn't get the license to fornicate,
So many had brighter chances, but couldn't go to school.
It is to God's glory that I have got all that,
And I hope to move ahead.
Thank Jah, I will be alive till the day I will die,
I don't know when, He knows.
Beautiful friends are great gifts,
I got them in bundles.
At my birth anniversary, and other days of joy,
thousands celebrate with me,
great wishes make the crippled fly,
I have the best friends in the world,
They have sown me wings,
I am yet flapping them,
I will fly, fly to the top and get the laurel for all of us.
Virulent foes balance life,
I have them in packs and I enjoy them,
They keep me up, they strengthen my wings;
For while they strive to break them, tenaciously, I hold them,
Flapping on to their displeasure.
I am fine, I am grateful for all the gifts, for all the words, for all the surprises.
For a wife, so different, yet cherished,
For a daughter so much like me, yet better,
For lovely friends and refilling cults,
For you, for me, for them,
Thank Jah!