(a dedication to my son Jacques Mateya Jr)
I was nothing.
Despite my aid and abet.
Selflessness and Sacrifices made.
As nothing as ant.
Like mild breeze
Nothing was nothing like me.
Precious time was like a quiet moments
Door protested as it opened slowly
I was there like a doll
Cactus saluted those who drove past
Time flies and waits for no one.
Nothing stay on Nothing.
Power of being Nothing
Is Pain of being Nothing.
Being a father is beyond belief