To Shirly Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

If you see tomorrow stand on
The street in praise of my name,
Don't be jealous or envious of me
I have written myself on the pages
Of history through hardwork and pain,
I stood when love cares no more,
I crawled when all were walking
Many have tell my tales of misfortunes
With a watery mouth of hatred on me,
If you see tomorrow in praise of me
Remember, the mat was rolled yesterday.

- - - -The street poet