I may not be rich,
but the little I get to grand mama.
Down on my knees,
Praying to God.
Hope Em,
Can achieve his dreams.
Aunt Suze am sorry,
For what I did then.
Uncle Paul, Sam
Keeping you in my heart;
and dedicating you to God.
Not forgetting Brian,
and Rogers let success,
Flow at your door steps.
Because you did your best
to change me.
When I was on the wrong truck.
My bread provider,
World light giver,
My dear aunt N. Topista
thanks for everything
You have done for me.
Joshua madiba
YOU ARE READING
Boy from Lwakaka and the twenty poems of the living cent
PoetryThis is a story of my life and the hard situation i passed through. And i send my appreciations to grand mama and may dear aunt who where their for me
