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Oluwasegun Michael Poem
under the tall iroko tree
he sat every morning.
wishing for a day never to come.
his eyes heavy with tears,
his heart heavy with sorrow,
and a light in the wind was
was his life.
with pen and paper he roamed the
but nothing to write,
the ones written never published.
his harvest is bountiful,
still he was never fulfilled
the delight of poetry
made his day,
but he died never recognised
with one.
Copyright © Oluwasegun Michael | Year Posted 2009
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Oluwasegun Michael Poem
i sat to bergain
for what i will gain
even though there seems no rain
pay the price! he said
but his price i could not pay
i stood to bergain,
for what i will gain
even though there seems no rain
this time, not even a price
but an auction of what i love
still i could not pay
things i want i never heard
but things i need i strive to learn
when am fully done-
of course he came to me
then i bergain with life on a price
i made because am fully done.
Copyright © Oluwasegun Michael | Year Posted 2009
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