07-28-2005, 07:29 AM
THE SOUND OF VICTORY
The trumpet sounded
In the direction we go
Synchronising with our dignified steps
Not dying down as we go
The sound in our trumpet
Accompanying us all our life
The melody we merited
The melodies of our toil
When we retrace the locus of our time
How hard it was to start
Inspired by what was to come
Gingered by the heroes of yestertime
The path rocky and twisty
That light at the end of a tunnel
A glimmer of hope
The trumpet sounded
Because we have come out of it
It will sound same to you
If you retrace the locus of our time
(THEO. IGBOEKWE) (copyright reserved)
This poem was written by a friend and it gives me a lot of encouragement, when I look back at past achievements. It sort of optimizes my hope. I hope you will find it also useful
The trumpet sounded
In the direction we go
Synchronising with our dignified steps
Not dying down as we go
The sound in our trumpet
Accompanying us all our life
The melody we merited
The melodies of our toil
When we retrace the locus of our time
How hard it was to start
Inspired by what was to come
Gingered by the heroes of yestertime
The path rocky and twisty
That light at the end of a tunnel
A glimmer of hope
The trumpet sounded
Because we have come out of it
It will sound same to you
If you retrace the locus of our time
(THEO. IGBOEKWE) (copyright reserved)
This poem was written by a friend and it gives me a lot of encouragement, when I look back at past achievements. It sort of optimizes my hope. I hope you will find it also useful