Sunday 12 June 2016

"FOR A DIME"

Growing up, means giving up, the kid in me,
Glowing up, men living up is just killing me,
The light at the end of the tunnel, is still bright,
The fight at the end didn't turn well, still right,
Am trying to crawl to the finish line, in time,
Am tying on a pole, a fishing line, for a dime.

For A Dime
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

 
 

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