From the very rough confines of a slum
Came a boy looking so tough and glum
Used to being at the bottom like scum
Also used to being stepped on like gum
Circumstances presented a conundrum
Of drowning himself with bottles of rum
Then end up being another useless bum
Or end up being just a ghetto hoodlum
Seeking to escape this gloomy spectrum
So as to be a part of the normal quorum
To work and make over zero per annum
Anything! Something he cared not the sum
Deep in his head there was a constant hum
Of thoughts and words vexing his cerebrum
Swinging in his very brain just like a pendulum
It turned into a buzz and gathered momentum
Versed rhyming whispers assaulting his eardrum
Then flowing in his blood and veins like a serum
Arousing his pen with a sweet poetic decorum
Ink racing like sperms towards a papery ovum
Giving birth to Poetry which became his fulcrum
And his pillar of hope, his refuge and soul asylum
Composing many poems like songs in a poetic album
Making others sing and dance to the beat of his drum
Copyright © Bernard Owor
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Life is beautiful, but circumstances sometimes take an ugly turn; Dark clouds of difficulties, hardships, gloom, tough life, grey times, loss…make way for beauty, through the magic of flowing words to enchant and have the world around dancing to the drum beats of hope, through poetic rain…dear Bernard Owor Sir.