SWEAT, BLOOD & TEARS FOR GOLD by Jamiu Ahmed



SWEAT, BLOOD & TEARS FOR GOLD

Life is just a sundered mirror made from dust 
That reflects the image of a boy hiking an alley
Just like a blind hiker hiking on an unknown path
Toiling, weary, tired, as the winds howl in horror

Seconds can feel like a millennium in perdition 
Under the sun that melt snowflakes into water
Where sweats are the water that forms a river
River that flows into running memories of time

Life could sometimes be a deceptive man
That wears the body of a dubious drummer
Beating the drums of how fire burns water
But the ashes are apagoge of absurdities

I'm the deaf wayfarer on this road called life
That doesn't listen to the croaks of "don't go"
From forest fearful frogs by the roadside
As I walked down the hills of the gold mine

Life is just a sundered mirror made from rock
That reflects the image of a man without digger
Digging deep down into the bowel of the earth 
Like an archeologist looking for lost artifacts

Rock get harder than diamond the more I dig
Hands wet with bloods like a mid-wife doctor
 A newborn baby never comes without bloods
With bloods come tears of joy and happiness

Life is just a sundered mirror made from gold
That reflects my image with the golden crown
Telling the world it take sweats, bloods, tears, 
To dig deep down the hill for the biggest nugget

©® Jamiu Ahmed 

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