THOSE TIMES Those times when the nib of me biro Dance to the song of my soul Those time when everything turn upside down like the head of a slipping bat Those times when I can't withhold the sorrow When the suffering of this world pierce my skin like an arrow Those times when people abandons me like an old mat When friends drop me like an unripe mango When I have no friend not even a foe Those times when i fear that I won't last When I fear dat I won't wake tomorrow When my deep river becomes shallow Those times when I remember I am the son of a helpless widow When I Av noting and no one Will borrow Wen poverty with me dance tango I Will do my poetry for that all I know I Will play the game of this world till I get my goal For I am always happy then I remember there is one thin I know The future is bright that what I know ©2014 OSO OLAJIDE
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