Written by: Kolapo Olapoju

I am not a saint
Nor am i like soot
Far from a sage,
I'm just this youth,
who is too uncouth.

I'm surrounded by weeds
And in love with lilies,
Searching for a rose,
Who will bear my seeds
That will become a fruit

By then,I will walk tall.
So,when i take my leave,
And dine with the gods,
in my last home.

My heart will smile
And my cup will fill

I'm just a youth 
who wants to grow