Remember the Forgotten
Forgotten are the days
When we toiled till dark
Our heads below our waistline
Feet astride58 mounds of soil
Forgotten are the years
When we formed cliques, in uniforms
Our desire; to learn what we ought
So we could pass the test
Forgotten are the days
When we attended extra classes
Seeking help in all nooks
For a foundation, we sought to build
Forgotten are the years
When we fought with zeal, in queues
For admission, gotten by grace
Into realms59 of higher learning
Forgotten also will be this season
Its toil will surely pass
And the time comes
When now will be referenced from ahead
All you are, sourced from the past
Whatever you’ll be will source from now
If your hand finds anything right to do
Right now, in your entirety, do it!
Psalms 77:10 “And I say, This [apparent desertion of Israel by God] is my appointed lot andtrial, but I will recall the years of the right hand of the Most High [in loving-kindness extended toward us], for this is my grief, that the right hand of the Most High changes.” (AMPC)