Sands Of Time Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

His life of dreams came through the process of his education that challenged him beyond his domain.

The proclamation of his work ethics became his battle cry for unseen nights of tears.

His streets of troubled times tried to convince him that achieving streets of gold were impossible.

The labyrinth of foster homes had instructed him that he only had aspirations of solitary confinement.

Shaking off liberal eyes of torment he reached for the stars and found the analog of his relevance.

Seeking life beyond the connoisseurs of urban disdain his walk was perfected in knowledge.

Silenced by no one he surveyed the land and found acres of demographic higher learning.

In the height of his plight was the PH.D of his choice in understanding who he was.

Pervasive in his ways his mind is engineered towards the significance of others.

Crowned with unsustainable words of freedom his journey is not without obstacles of afflictions.

His storms of life are clear with each hindrance of powers that be.

The winds of oppression are his platform of victories; his independence is their incarceration.

Driven from within he became his bridge of life that overcame prenuptials that obscured him.

We used the sands of time to build our bridge of educated democracy to fulfill our human rights.

Written by Theodore Mosley

June 7,2017