A Letter To My Godfather
I return my ungratefulness
for all your help and tenderness
that dwarf my potentials from incipient
and i here boast my lament
for you are the pilot of my lameness
a gift and a hope of darkness
the weather is now inclement
for my tall horns of incompetent
for all my walls are build with weakness
i should have known the gladness
of hard work, spend and be spent
but i trust in fig men for a tent
this is your legacy of unfruitfulness
for me to succeed after your likeness
but i reject you today and resillent
because in real world your name has no
reverent
Copyright © Mathias Yakubu | Year Posted 2011
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