CARVED IN EXPERIENCE

From early childhood who knew I could
Walk the path that many fear to tread if only they would
Lessons come and go but experience remains once the dust settles in the plains
A road traveled is another story told life unfolds
Secrets revealed the journey begins
I am a train driven by my brain on a soul searching campaign
Powered by Zim-Swati blood running through my veins
The manufactures of this great coach
Steaming enthusiasm, imagination creativity & pride
I venture the railways with an ignorant approach
I was never given a user guide only the words enjoy the ride
With that, years passed by quicker than speeding vehicles on the highway
Yet I’m still led astray
Across fields of green liquor bottles through dark relationship tunnels
My lifelong learning journey continues down valleys of poverty
                                           I come to a staggering halt not having mastered any craft
The driver is captured desensitized & forced to conform
His become a parked freight vandalized criticized ridiculed & pressured to perform

Education the key to a new beginning

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