“Care”

I’m falling down, down a well, about to hit the waters,

14 years ago my mum said goodbye to her sons and daughters,

It taught us life is not a race, I can be as slow as a tortoise.

 

I know I’m not strong, I may break down,

It’s like I’m an old sock in lost and found,

But I wont frown.

 

I’m going to build my life bigger and tall,

Sometimes it feels like a suicide mission,

And I’m about to fall.

 

But then something happened to me,

I got a new family, they gave me love, care,

And by God they were fair.

 

I lived good with them, until I was 15,

It turned obscene,

I said to my new mum, “why you crying, mum give me the answer”,

At the age of 38 she had developed Cancer.

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