Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2019
Who am I??
I can't tell
I can relate.
I do survive and covered by the mantleΒ Β of God
I get kicked down but find my way up
I am noisy and lanten of hope to the weary
The least of the sober drinkers
I am way up beyond the belows
I am a young face never fades, smile that never ages I am half time tomorrow
I am the dream I never was
The first point off your full stop
I am the last bite of your crunchy bread
The berry taste in your lemonade
Take me on, take me not
I am way what I am
#herdsmanofprogress
Thomas Bron Mukama
Written by
Thomas Bron Mukama  28/M/kampala
(28/M/kampala)   
146
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems