Short Story Series: A Letter To Alice 005 (episode finale).
Dear Alice,
I wrote you a poem. Please, read it in the quiet of your heart, for it is my everlasting wish for you, I, and everyone fighting a challenge in their lives... It's about all of us. Our hopes may shrink in difficult times, they may stretch in trials, they may even wither sometimes, but they must never die. They must never die! This is it...
MAY IT BE:
That tomorrow,
When you blow your trumpet
You find harmony in a better song;
That today,
While you paint your life
You find the courage to use colours;
That yesterday,
While life splattered bads
You made them beautiful still;
And now,
May it be to you
The brighter shades and sweet songs.
We write our own history with every decision we make, every fight we face, and every hope we find -when we fall and yet rise again. These things become our story in the end. Alice, thanks.
If at all I die today, I know I'll forever have one thing that I can never afford to buy, and that's the friend I have in you. I'll try. I'll try to use my drugs, I'll keep to appointments, I'll write to you, and I'll try to live another day each day. One step at a time.
This was my prayer this morning, upon seeing another new day... I hope you find a reason to say this, too.
A SILENT PRAYER:
This is my strength,
Keep it till the day
The wind would cease.
This is my peace,
Keep it someplace safe
Inside of me.
This is my hope,
Hang it in the clouds
Through thick and thin.
And this' my faith,
Let it never wander
Far away, please.
I love you, Alice, and I always will.
Your best friend,
Timi Olusola.
I wrote you a poem. Please, read it in the quiet of your heart, for it is my everlasting wish for you, I, and everyone fighting a challenge in their lives... It's about all of us. Our hopes may shrink in difficult times, they may stretch in trials, they may even wither sometimes, but they must never die. They must never die! This is it...
MAY IT BE:
That tomorrow,
When you blow your trumpet
You find harmony in a better song;
That today,
While you paint your life
You find the courage to use colours;
That yesterday,
While life splattered bads
You made them beautiful still;
And now,
May it be to you
The brighter shades and sweet songs.
We write our own history with every decision we make, every fight we face, and every hope we find -when we fall and yet rise again. These things become our story in the end. Alice, thanks.
If at all I die today, I know I'll forever have one thing that I can never afford to buy, and that's the friend I have in you. I'll try. I'll try to use my drugs, I'll keep to appointments, I'll write to you, and I'll try to live another day each day. One step at a time.
This was my prayer this morning, upon seeing another new day... I hope you find a reason to say this, too.
A SILENT PRAYER:
This is my strength,
Keep it till the day
The wind would cease.
This is my peace,
Keep it someplace safe
Inside of me.
This is my hope,
Hang it in the clouds
Through thick and thin.
And this' my faith,
Let it never wander
Far away, please.
I love you, Alice, and I always will.
Your best friend,
Timi Olusola.
Great poems bro. I was really touched.
ReplyDeleteI am undoubtedly touched by your response. 🙏
DeleteGod Sola! You are too good with poems and mine looks inferior beside yours....That was great.Thanks for this.
ReplyDeleteYou are very welcome. Thanks a lot. 🙏💙💥 I believe you are ablaze.
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