Provarbs32

Sometimes, I want to be hugged when am being silly and sad, At times, I need to be flogged especially when I miss my dad, The thickness of his laughter and the shrillness of his eyes The excess love for his daughter, the experiments with creams of ice The shadowy protection of his height and the nastiness of cheating lies The frequency of their fight till mum of the house took flight The soul of matrimony pictures now dead And the love story leaves me confounded The first night without her was horror filled With replays of mom’s face, tear filled And the new glasses she now did wear For the sunlight she could no longer bear No advocate to plead her case For her parents lives within heaven’s gate No flower in the center vase For our home was long gone with fate In pains, we saw her a year later Sunken and emaciated And the hatred for injustice grew greater Drunk in helplessness, am a kid

The Darkest Phase of a Man's life can't be shared even by his wife, divided by bits with the sharpest of knives. It is meant to be borne by him and I mean him alone. For some people, it is that time when they lose someone so special, probably a parent or a dear friend and no help seems to come in the form of the proverbial silver lining in dark clouds. It could be the health issue, that integrity-related problem, the non forth-coming college admission,capital-raising funds, who to love or what next to do in life. Regardless of the form in which it occurs, every one must face it -head on! The response to that phase is consequential to the outcome of the man; its like the furnace in which crude oil is refined, the hotter the temperature, the difference in what product emerges. Like Jesus in the period of pre-cruxification who felt alone and helpless, he tried everything to push it away, yet when he resigned himself to fate that was when he faced it head-on like a raging bull