The Ship

 

The Ship

 

Friendship

Bound with no cords,

Separated by no one.

Sticking together no need of glue,

Let me give you a clue,

Different race from different place,

Still no pace changes our face,

Through trials we'll stay,

Sticking together like your jugular veins.

No strength for fray,

But to pray, and slay those that does not pave the way.

Though different tribes,

We rise and glide,

Over different seas,

And landed on a SHIP

That transport affections

Of the heart and feeling.

FRIENDSHIP

 

Molding Time

 

Just like pencils in the hand of the creator,

We are clay in the hands of the potter,

Lumps broken, scattered, shattered, battered and watered.

Tender hands molding us on the wheel, though it wasn't our will, we'll endure still.

It was our first time on the wheel molded,

The seconds turns into minutes,

Minutes into hours,

Hours into days.

Everyman has his breaking point, I hope this isn't ours.

Because even when our spirit is crushed

And we trek through the rough,

I believe we'll stand up strong.

And who knew that all the signs unscripted on us would finally make sense.

We all are at the Potter's House

 

@PsymonGlitters

Makanjuola Oluwatojumi Simon.