As The Dawn Comes.

As the dawn comes
I remember what mama used to say
You are a man
Never you forget
The truth is that we lose our identity
As we chase the wind
I ask myself again
What my lot here is
One day I will die
What legacy will I leave then?
The truth is that we lose our identity
As we chase the wind
It has been said that
Being siblings is like waking in one room
In the morning each finds
His own way
The truth is that we lose our identity
As we chase the wind
Even saints tell their Lord
Let no human tie however dear
Prevent me from
Following the way to God
The truth is that we lose our identity
As we chase the wind.

by samuel nze

Comments (3)

what a touching poem Sam
This is a really great poem, it touched me deeply. I like the sort of poems that make me think. And that you did. Thanks you. Warm regards, Seán
You express yourself so beautifully and with an open heart Chrissie