Reminiscing is a word of a thousand blows
A picture that pierces my soul for many pros’
The struggles that made me enlightened like a turtle in their slows
The years have flown by like birds fleeing in throes
Years of struggles that I savage in rows
And indeed years that I reckoned with my woes
Years of a swollen heartbeat that still seats within my sole
I shall not forget the vomits that flew out like tiny meteorites invading in ooze
The beloveth that are resting now in their graves that dissolved my doze
The days we screamed and lamented together are worth a thousand toes
The days that are reminiscent are the days that chant in my stove!!!