Farooq Harris. D

To you Dad
whence the world gyrated her hymn
closely to my beamer,
I found no guilty in stakes
life has done its worst
whilst you snubbed and shut?

To you mum
I am strong and bold
left to rot,and hold
yet I picked and speak
I am coming to sun,and shine

To friends

why have just gone and gone?
when I turned ti look my past
yet you juice and wine with me
now the truth is
of All three I said
Dad,mum,and friends are of a shadow which
I need to bed.