Theme: CRADLE OF LIFE
I chose to be a Dad,
Walk in the Savannah with my child,
Through him, I’m indeed proud,
As holding his hand, I feel bright lights’.
The cradle of life, is just formulas and solutions.
If you think positively, your reward is breakthrough;
Woe to those who stabilized their mind with stagnation,
Because desolation shall tremble their hearts with frustration.
Grace and hope are my lips,
As benefits from my child ‘I prayed’.
Through him, I shall rest,
As my new age, I must work!
Why shall I regret?
My child is my pillow.
In him, shall I reserve my countenance,
As in cheerfulness shall I rest in my old age.
©Gabriel S. Weah