by Ekere Udo Eno
Published on: Mar 23, 2007
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Type: Poetry

Just as usual, facing the same things again
Always in a place I look at with disdain
Its just that I'm made stronger than the pain
Thus every pain today is for me tomorrow's gain

I'm just too sure this will turn out for good
Though things appear now as if covered with a hood
I look far beyond what's my daily food
Cos in the end I'd prefer to come out gold than wood


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