The Spotlight

The crowd rose in applause, I just finished my story About the glory in victory. I took a pause To savour the flash lights Gushed from all directions I was in the spotlight My white tuxedo was glowing in reflections I then closed the stage with bow In the front row stood my pals Wearing big smiles For our storm was over We leapt our miles I could also see my spouse Blowing a kiss Which I swallowed with bliss She looked magnificent in a chic blouse Beside her stood my son Mortdecai Flashing a placard written 'Keep Stretching' My phenomenon of stitching setbacks To extract a teaching In him I see more than a guy I thrust my fist high in exit An epitome of an African Child I Exhibit The crowd accompanied the rhythm of my fist with a chant I can fly, I can fly, I can fly A slogan of my campaign called fly That seals success on whom it enchant My grace baptised them in a stew of ecstasy The life I envisaged was calling And my past slowly falling This event opened the tomb of my Legacy