PRETTY ESIDAMIRE

Poem by Abiola Adedoyin

More and More;

As the years pass me by

And I look back at life

The purpose for humanity

Seems to desert me

As I grow older

So I count life less important

And life loses its value

For like sheep men go about life

Becoming selfish,and nasty

They go about life not knowing

What joy there is to find

But like a flower that blooms

We are fade in the end

So yesterday pretty ESIDAMIRE was here

Gay and lovely was she.

And I will never see her again

But weep not for petty ESIDAMIRE

For we shall go the same way

Olanle Abiola Adedoyin