I May Not Be Your Best Option
I may not be that man you so much wanted;
That man you carved in your deepest imagination,
One who is too good to be human and whose air graces the eye.
I must have threaded a path,
A path I so much dreaded
But fate only laid me bare
Just like an iron lay bare in the hands of a blacksmith.
I may not be your best option
Among thousands of your would be suitors
Each with his resume of dainty degrees,
Heaps of galled grammars, Stools of Sacredness,
Crew of Cars, and nobleness in names.
And if asked where I lie,
There among the sun burnt lawn I lay in anticipation.
Like an Hunter in the forest,
I woke to the mockery of the grasscutters,
And to the soliloquy of the afternoon bee,
While the thorns inscribed words on my flesh
In my quest to bring home a prey.
I can boast over a shot,
A shot I am still to make
From this angle that I lay
While in my mind I do pray.
I may not be your best option
One who could bring you all the happiness you do crave,
But if you believe in a better me,
From our imperfections, we can be brave-
While sailing along this matrimonial sea.
Copyright © Muyideen Ayinla | Year Posted 2014
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