Turning The Page Poem by Philip Mutuku

He lived a book,
and always wore the same look,
of worry and mourn,
from dusk to dawn.
On each page he turned,
was a story of sorrow,
with pain and failure,
always in waiting for the morrow.
Means to stop it all,
brought disappointment,
a catalyst to his fall,
he braced himself for the crush,
but it never came.
What a shame.
He kept on falling,
and for help calling,
he wanted to stop,
and was quickly turning the pages,
but it did not stop,
it had been happening for ages.

He ran to church,
eyes red with a wet face,
and was told
'son, this is your place'.
There he found love,
acceptance and appreciation,
so he put Him above,
and followed Him without deviation.