I
I have lived in pain not without disdain
Scores of times wounded by the pistol of the country
The old me
I stayed in a disfigured grange in the country
on three pence a day,
crashed.
Me,I have been crushed by cosmic stones
and titanic icebergs
but
in the devil's paradise I did and arise
little like lice
to grab a penny
to still my tummyache
I'm a spirited son of the sun and mouse
I sojourned with the galaxies of goblins,
Infinite infinitesimal foxes.
I enjoyed pain born of ding-dong battles
but
I enjoyed sometimes
Some time the flautist in the village fete
shaking with bevy of sassy thighs in upskirts.
I enjoyed sometimes
The same me
saw cold Victoria falls burn
and never was concerntrated at all,
how then can l fall
if Kilimanjaro falls?
If Kilimanjaro falls
I shall still stand tall and tall
I shall still stand tall and tall
creative and lovely.
great writing
thank you for sharing i followed it @mcsamm dear
Good seeing you
Excellent article and photography dear @mcsamm
Thanks for your support
This is beautiful
If Kilimanjaro falls
I shall still stand tall and tall
I shall still stand tall and tall
Great
Great @khojo
Hello, friend, this is a nice post and Africa is blessed by this.
Your post have been upvoted and resteemed.
Very interesting one@mcssam
Thank you @bigssam
Good poem. Keep it up bro.
Nice piece. Thanks for sharing.