? GAVE MY BEST......'GOT THE WORST.


(Written By - VICTOR MMENDIE)


Foes where once friends.

Friends where once foes.

I was once nature's boy.

Now, am the finger a toddler sucks.

It's so painful how my sacrifices seemed underplay.

I was the reason behind every smile.

I was the cool breeze that soothe the lives of two lovers.

My presence often made a difference, ignite laughter and made babies sleep so soundly.

I was that pipsqueak who earned nothing, hence, placed gold in the hands of the hordes.

I was the most sought after slave and fed of the mouth's remnants.

My humble prayers in behalf of others had flying-leap answers.

While my own prayers favored myriad men, mine was dead-air answers.

My own share of life's milk run is unusually disappointing.

In my earlier love stories, I was that lovebird who later became lovelorn after played a dirty lowdown trick.

I was nervy enough and rather took up a living in dump places just to allow success entertain my spiteful blood souls.


The reward is nebulous, hence, the scar is never invisible and can never be forgotten.

I'm in hysterics; happy that i touched lives and sad that i am given a third-rate place.

I don't possess a sleight hand to thwart the tickers of all those who treated me as a damned subject.

My life's book is a fly-leaf with an empty page at the beginning and end; i don't know how and where to start.

'DISAPPOINTMENTS' is the only word my ear never turns deaf to.

The best i often get is the vile side of a huge payback.

I guess I raised the Cain in my life - I too deserve a person's sacrifice.

People are often beneficiaries of my mishaps and my series of setbacks.

My best, my worsts never serve me hunky dory.

Assuming life was a bowl of cherries, I would have gotten the very best for giving out my best.

There is a handsome reward for every good work under the sun.

'Still waiting when mine will someday payoff.

SO WILL YOU TOO.

OUR GLEE WORLD STILL LIES IN WAIT.

WE ARE NOT NEBBISH.

WE ARE BRAVE ENOUGH TO WAIT.

WHEN OUR INDIVIDUAL RAINBOWS WILL COME SMILING THROUGH.

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