The fourth commandment

I was ten when I crushed my first date,

Twenty when I sign my first divorce slip.

I between the gap of suspense, I hitch my wagon alone the milky way.

At the edge of breakthrough, I featured a list of petition.

Ignoring the ten threat, the four wheels can't drift a car crazy.

Convoking the mage,the credential for the last wave casted the blame on the culprit.

Behind the fourth commandment lies the cure for the nine offenders.

Jumping into the sea isn't the best way to hide from the rain,

I tolled although my years of wonders.

Flirting with angels romancing with demons.

Dispensing righteousness, hunting down money.

The cheapest can't be the greatest, neither would a million dollar bill satisfy a pride beggar.

Building my name in the cloud to quantify my ego but all was like chasing the wind.

Right behind new life schedule, excess wasn't a factor.

Loving was really a potential in me to be showcase.

In between my thirties till date, am the best dad to my kids and hubby to my spouse.

Misanthropy was my crime of which I spend good years in the wilderness of life to deal with.

Towards the last days, the fourth commandment was the license for wearing a ring.

A fierce man dies in war not for love.

I never taught of a change but love made it so real.