POEM FOR FRIENDS

Don’t let them say I wasn’t born, That something stopped my heart I felt each tender squeeze you gave, I’ve loved you from the start. Although my body you can’t hold It doesn’t mean I’m gone This world was worthy, not of me God chose that I move on. I know the pain that drowns your soul, What you are forced to face You have my word, I’ll fill your arms, Someday we will embrace. You’ll hear that it was meant to be, God doesn’t make mistakes But that wont soften your worst blow, Or make your heart not ache. I’m watching over all you do, Another child you’ll bear Believe me when I say to you, That I am always there. There will come a time, I promise you, When you will hold my hand, Stroke my face and kiss my lips And then you’ll understand. Although I’ve never breathed your air, Or gazed into your eyes That doesn’t mean I never was, For an Angel never dies. Author Unknown Source :  https://www.lilymaefoundation.org/2017/03/31/dont-let-say-i-wasnt-born

The Years have passed by, In the blink of an eye, Moments of sadness, And joy have flown by. People I loved, Have come and have gone, But the world never stopped, And we all carried on. Life wasn't easy, And the struggles were there, Filled with times that it mattered, Times I just didn't care. I stood on my own, And I still found my way, Through some nights filled with tears, And the dawn of new days. And now with old age, It's become very clear, Things I once found important, Were not why I was here. And how many things, That I managed to buy, Were never what made me, Feel better inside. And the worries and fears, That plagued me each day, In the end of it all, Would just fade away. But how much I reached out, To others when needed, Would be the true measure, Of how I succeeded. And how much I shared, Of my soul and my heart, Would ultimately be, What set me apart. And what's

How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing And I don’t believe I’m wrong That nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. from alone

The soldier boy was sitting calmly underneath that tree. As I approached it, I could see him beckoning to me. The battle had been long and hard and lasted through the night And scores of figures on the ground lay still by morning's light. "I wonder if you'd help me, sir", he smiled as best he could. "A sip of water on this morn would surely do me good. We fought all day and fought all night with scarcely any rest - A sip of water for I have a small pain in my chest." As I looked at him, I could see the large stain on his shirt All reddish-brown from his warm blood mixed in with Asian dirt. "Not much", said he. "I count myself more lucky than the rest. They're all gone while I just have a small pain in my chest." "Must be fatigue", he weakly smiled. "I must be getting old. I see the sun is shining bright and yet I'm feeling cold. We climbed the hill, two hundred strong, but as we cleared the crest, The night

The most heart touching poem that I have ever read is surprisingly not by Shakespeare, Robert Frost or any other great poet but is by an unknown African girl. This girl of about eight years of age , wrote this poem out of sheer innocence. She didn't understand why she was called ‘coloured’ and discriminated against. This poem contains a deep meaning and I found it to be really touching and sweet . Poem by an African When I born, I Black,😥 When I grow up, I Black,😥 When I go in Sun, I Black,😥 When I scared, I Black,😥 When I sick, I Black,😥 And when I die, I still black..😥 And you White fella,😥 When you born, you Pink,😥 When you grow up, you White,😥 When you go in Sun, you Red,😥 When you cold, you Blue,😥 When you scared, you Yellow,😥 When you sick, you Green,😥 And when you die, you Gray..😥 And you calling me Colored?😥