When misfortunes knock
When life presses its lock
When enemies laugh and mock
All you are reduced to is but a sock
Dirty, smelly and torn
When it rains it pours
When it rots it sours
When it entices it lures
And you drool for the glitter
Only to die in your own harness
Life is no one’s friend
As through fun it will pretend
And leave you in a dead end
The world is not your own
Have you read my e-books?
Lord, sometimes I see wealthy people Adorned in pearls, gold and purple tunics I see them fat, with fat wallets and fat cars I see them walking in a rich
Sunday, 31st December 2017, 12.45pm Anger is what I feel when they jeer at me Resentment takes the best of me When they torture my soul and rip my heart
Sunday, 31st December 2017, 12.32pm Sometimes Lord, my faith is shaken There’s too much theory about you Everyone has their perception of you And when they share, it conflicts with
