The judgement
26 July 2014
DOREEN BAULONI
I sat, with an anticipating look
For there in black and white
He held the names in a book
Of all that won the race
My works, I thought were best
Yet, according to his judgment
Was rated among all the rest
As the least to excel
Oh why! Oh why not me?
I question and beat my fate
This I think cannot be
For I have done not my worst
Yet I know the truth prevails
The judge he knows my works
And that I cannot assail
I take whatever’s bestowed on me
I bow my beaten head
As my rivals receive praise
My feeble self I hold at stead
While their joy swirls around
Tell me about it ...
Posted by: Obed Ikupu | 28 July 2014 at 09:27 AM