As I often mentioned about me writing poems spontaneously,
I had another encounter one recent morning after meeting a friend
and he gave me the following inspiration.
A man that is of integrity,
Such strength of endurance,
Is never without responsibility,
They are endless perseverance!
A man born with his destiny,
With paths that flows like a stream,
Making ways for his journey,
They are often impossible dreams!
A man pledged with obstacles,
Regrets that burn with sorry,
They often come in circles,
Happenings are one too many!
A man of his dreams.
Journeys that turn into ashes,
Sometimes they are so mean,
The torture of his sadness!
A man without rests,
Are filled with commitments,
They are some kind of stress,
And tests of his contentment!
A man of great power,
With the levels of wisdom,
What makes him a survivor,
That created his choice of freedom!
A man that conquers,
His acceptance over believes
Like bridge over troubled waters,
Failure over what he succeed!
A man in his making,
No necessity for glory,
Short lived from a happy ending,
Just a myth in a man of history!
