The pinions on a borrowed day
Had a haunt in their look
That mocked my manhood.
That showed my efforts to retain life a permefrost .
Luguburious every one looked
At listen of my borrowed days story.
At times i get to believe,
That the heavens lean to man
When it shines and the sun is heavy to hold
If not?,
Explain to me,
Why there is no fine day,
A day with shady clouds to shade my head.
Sky is all blue and dry,
That scares me.
Every night I cry for the heavens
To grant me a tomorrow
Another day to prove myself a man to all of men
But shall I live more
For I am in debt of a loaf of life
IGGA MOSES
