As I plan for myself, I plan for friend -
The friend I love is the one I trust,
I trust a friend and I plan for his success,
Whatever he plans is now my focus,
I forgot to love but not to trust-
He plans for me, but that in my present,
As he eye my absence he started to backbite,
He advice me to be a victim of life,
He set me up by giving me a Gold,
The gold he gave is trap to destroy,
He murdered my body but not my spirit,
My body became the enemy of my spirit,
My plan for Gold is turning to futile,
I pray to my God to path me to way,
I ask my friend to become my counselor,
As he counsel me am now in happy mood -
As I go on is way, it destroy my life,
I pray to God again to leg me to path,
As I pray I remember something -
.... the word of elder is word of God...
I quickly ran to repair my clothe,
I repair my Clothe not to walk in naked,
I run to my mother to put me to way,
She advises to love but not to trust,
She instruct to help but not too much,
I remember a word that I used to hear,
... whatever clothe the young may possess -
He/she cannot outmatch the elders in the
ownership of rag..
I thank my mum and take to advice,
My teared clothe is now being repaired,
I am now praying to succeed with my Gold -
I also pray for mum to be a success-story of
heaven/earth,
..... Love everybody but trust no one.........
