Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 Jan 2018
Timon chukwuonu
With a smile
Many could do thysame
As an unforgiven cry's and pain
That ran through our vain in Eve'ry minutes by minutes
Hour by hours,
Day by days ,
Week by weeks ,
Month by months , year by years
And at the end of a result
We all smiles
Hope, smiles

— The End —