Years have gone by
But still can’t forget
Can’t get rid of this beating sound
Ticking in my head.
Category: Rhyme
True Source, Poetry by Patsy Jawo
My style, my finesse, my grace
My guile, my invents, my name
No dreams do I thus chase
All my greatest achievements created
Games ever played for the raid
Ah the sweetest investments made
I am my fate, master and king
The captain of this massive ship
Steered and glided along this strip
Of life, love and laughter for eternity
