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Here’s A Man Who Sweats

Here’s a man who sweats.

“Life have messy”.

Whatever his parents had,

It got to lay in him,

“That was theirs”.

He works from the bottom,

With faith he sees the end of this mountain.

Even sleeping on the floor motivates him.

In mind he knows,

Even if he may be chained,

But no one will ever imprison his brain.

One day he’ll belong somewhere

Perhaps he’ll have the right to say he’s home.

All his troubles,

Someday they too will crumble into the deepest of seas.

For now he leaps,

For now he struggles,

For now he’s homeless,

For now he cries.

Patiently alike to a cheetah he nears his prey “his dream”.

These harsh tough times,

With time like dust they too someday, they will perish into thin air.

08/01/2015

BY MR S ZULU
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