No way through the roads that I pass.
No light in front of my life.
What was written is not done.
And what will be done is not supposed to be done.
Am of the past.
That can't apprehend the present.
Men of the world.
Travel to the sky.
That nights don't sleep.
Am of the past.
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
