THE GLORY

Yet another great poem by Kenneth Mamman Ali...

I saw him by the road side

There he always sat

There he always look

When the glory passes by

He see always

But like a sweet breeze

He only inhales it

And it passes

When will it be that he will stand up

And say to the glory

I need you in me

Come work in me

Like the sun on a cold morning

The glory always affect him

The time has come

To shiever not

But to stand hot as ice

And be the man you are

(C) Kmamman

2016

Stand up, work and walk with the Glory

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