I once preached to a man in a telephone booth, <br />Long ago during the days of my youth, <br />I grew up different from the other boys, <br />As a little boy I studied the scriptures and avoided toys <br /> <br />When I was past being a child, <br />I did not care whether it was hot, cold or mild, <br />I traveled seventy-four kilometers to preach in Marandellas, <br />Now my dream goes even beyond Dallas <br /> <br />I was a teenager then, <br />But I could invade a lion's den, <br />I was so strong and bold, <br />I could preach even in the cold, <br />During the days of my youth, <br />I remembered my creator<br /><br />Lisbon Tawanda Chigwenjere<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/days-of-my-youth/
