ON MY WAY TO SHANGRI-LA

ON MY WAY TO SHANGRI- LA

Needle in, needle out like a seamstress  

I toil daily to get to where they call there

Buffeted by aches and pains I remain undefeated

I am on a lonely walk to Shangri-La

Multiple holes and stones in my leaking shoes 

Climbing scaffolds, with pains blindfolded 

While the boys were cavorting with the best girls in town 

I can’t waste breath the way they waste wealth

Mama’s voice is active within me

Soft hands that build strong men

Taste sweat, then taste sweet, she said

I thread the desert on my way to Shangri-La

History of the grind etched on my face

Contours and wrinkles, tales on my dimples 

Pay the price, the cost of the prize, she said

I thread the desert on my way to Shangri-La

I can’t waste wealth the way they waste breath

I am too Royal to remain loyal to the Dunghill

Earn the cent, then earn the dollar, she said 

I thread the desert on my way to Shangri-La

What you save is what will save you

What you keep, is what will keep you

You must win,  or we all lose she said

Now you know why I must get to Shangri-La.

SELAH

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