'When A Gold-Digger Has Find Wrong Mine' Poem by Goodenough Sakhile Dlamini

'When A Gold-Digger Has Find Wrong Mine'



I've been running ever since I was born
Create truth in lies just only to lick that borne
Not only to make life for those who will live
But also those who past away before me I've contrive.
Even before our forefathers, I believe in them
Although they usually ask for something they never leave
behind when they left

Live is never been that easy like whorled
I shall not blame those who bring me in this world
Since they is a purpose for everything that God created
He created plants,
when create human kind he made them to breath
through plants and plant breath through humans.
Then the ecology was then formed deliberately.
They have tried alots to put me down instantly
whenever I tried take those step up blissfully.

I never focus on them,
that would've taken my time trying to stop them.
The universe showed me what I was looking for,
but never gave me the plan on where to start
I had only a vision but the mission was on those people around me.
Some of them had to come negatively
to give me those pieces of the puzzle.
I made friends and some I left them on the way,
because they have played they part.
To show me that in this world you will
meets some challenges on your way up.
On my run I've been stabbed, I've been stopped,
I've been tripped but I never stop running.

On my journey I've fallen down,
I've drop in to potholes, I've swim unexpectedly.
I've stacked into mud, I've rolled on those valley mountains
But I've bounced back and keep running.
I've met people who told me to stop it not worth it
but I never listened
I've only listened to those who was talking behind
saying keep going.
I pushed myself to the limit cause I've told myself I m champion.
My mother reminds me that 'kuba mnyama kakhulu uma sekuzosa'
That kept me strong even when I could feel
my strength wasn't on my side.

Of course we only have loose and
win but we always choose win
But loose choose us because of our actions
whatever we are giving the universe gives back in doubles.
Failure is only because of unsuccessful plans.
I never let failure win over me
It always hitting the wrong side cause
I never stayed down, I kept my move
Then I will say, that when the gold digger has found a wrong mine.
On my way I've learned a lots.
I mostly understood that giving up is never an option.

Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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