Tomorrow
I will be a man of visions.
And a man of ambitions.
Nobody will call me a cretin;
like yestersay.
When tomorrow comes.
Those of the future will also have to know that i was there.
And i became a man of value to my society.
When tomorrow comes.
Nobody will resent me like yesterday.
Tomorrow lays in my hands.
A man of ambitions.
Based on integritity.
Joshua madiba
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