Nelson Mandela, an old man, <br />When he walked from the prison walls, <br />That held him for three decades span, <br />In silence sending strongest calls, <br />That though his body was not free, <br />His spirit moved in soaring grace. <br />So that when the time came to be, <br />The world saw more than aged face. <br />He brought forth purpose from the past, <br />To give the future hope so true <br />Of a better life that could last <br />For generations to renew. <br /> <br />Walked from yesterdays of sorrow <br />Toward promises of tomorrow.<br /><br />Ima Ryma<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mandela-3/
