I'm a young man, an old soul who enjoys the fruits of what earth bares. I'm a visitor on this planet. Dirt to dirt, soon I will shed off like any other leaf. It's the ordeal expense of life, a relay passed to the next generation after generation. Just like the wind, I don't know where I came from and I don't know where am going. Out of thin air, i was born. Like the sun I will vanish.
Remember that what's your own is not yours. Your body will be an empty seashell and useless as a dead dog.
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Poem of the Mind
PoetryStraight from East Africa, Uganda, I come to you with fresh creative stories about my life here in the United States. This book is about the reflection of life I have witnessed throughout my past time of living in the United States and also how I w...
