By the Bend
That’s where I have been
Among men whose work remains to be seen.
This is where I reside
Amidst this stream of men-
Whose trade flourishes in inks of pen.
You have searched the dancing floor
Among those bevy of girls-
And men captured by dancing spells,
Alas! I will be home reading Bernard Shaw.
My heart breathes writing poetry
As a breeder tends his poultry,
Seeking the wonders yet to appease the human mind,
Writing words too touching for men to rescind.
When next you need to seek me
And your heart beats for a sip of poetry or prose,
I will be blooming fresh like the red rose-
In my house just a couple of houses by the bend.
Copyright © Muyideen Ayinla | Year Posted 2011
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