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
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