My highs and lows have journeyed with me this far.
Got me contemplating whether to enter this bar
To have a toast to my past.
I’ve lived it so fast
Never could afford to see my star
As I looked forward to the morning star.
I saw hope blown away like dust
Making it in life, became a must
I was my own cast
Waiting for the cowrie to be casted
Many days for my future I’ve fasted
Posters of determination I’ve pasted
In every step, a print of faith drawn
I swore by the hole in the last sock worn
That was my tattoo on the day I won.
©THMpoetry2018
