Life starts to make more sense when you start getting older
Now you’re forced to think
You need to know the path you’re threading
What matters most is your trajectory
What are you expending your efforts on?
What are you gaining?
Are you mining precious stones, carting them in large numbers?
Or you’re just hauling all that glitters
With eyes on those as big as boulders?
We all dream of having wealth
No one despises luxury
How do you plan to be that buoyant?
You a boy from dirty dirty
The world only rever the exceptional
No flower is given to the ordinary
What have you done with those gifts?
The innate blessings destined to make you extraordinary.
Yes you have a dream
You want to make Mama proud and your siblings happy.
But you’re in the midst of the delusion.
Whose actions sum up in a single word: delinquency.
Don’t you see how ironic it sounds every morning you say the maxim?
“I’m gonna make it out of the slum in the early twenties.”
The sun is still shining
It’s not late to start making your hay.
There is still sufficient time for you
to reroute your ways.
You just have to strengthen your will
Remember, a willing heart finds a way.
Discover and hone sleeping skills
It could make you dine with the Gates
Be positive and never stop pushing
Don’t forget hard work pays.
Be righteous and engage in what God supports
The only one that and joy with no sorrow.
Run away from bad deeds
Its excruciating pain is felt to the marrow.
Start working on that your “poor ” field
Don’t you know it’s been left to fallow?
Your success won’t be far-fetched
It’s sure you’ll be a great man TOMORROW
