Sunday, 12 March 2017


When you want to get your feet, off the ground,
But gravity keeps on holding you more, around.
When you want to spread your wings to the sun,
And your father tells you, "Make me proud son."
But there is one thing you wish you hadn't done,
That which is heavy, making your heart a tonne,
That which you'd look back at, and wish to turn.
But then you make him proud. "We live and learn."

"Live And Learn"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha

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