Life of Paul
LIFE OF PAUL.
I gave birth to paul,
On the third day of
This month, he was
Layed in my silver
Cloth, with both legs
Popping up.
As I dreamt, I thanked
My GOD for salt in my
Soup pot, paul is me in
Another being, I smiled
To my boy, saying,
Welcome to my world.
Growing up was my reports,
I cleaned his butts whenever
He was full of disgust.
I breath on him, his
Cultural values and clans.
My proof is to be sure
He doesn’t travel through
My route.
I feed him with the four
Cardinal points of his time.
He wore wool made of the
Four arithmetic’s signs.
He leant that yesterday is
Only a three syllable term,
Its dead and gone, nothing
Can ever be done.
I washed his brains with
Alphabet from Macbeth,
Knowledge gives courage,
None is wasted.
I thought him, his mouth is
The key to sin, not all he thinks
Should he speck.
Today, paul is ordained a man,
He takes classical chances and
Regulates his clan through his
Rod at hand.
II
Paul specks….
My father handsome,
Your signature has been stamped
All over me, that am now handsome.
I see from my legs to heard,
Am an ordinary element referred to
As legend.
The galaxy accommodates stars,
I have become a shooting star.
I push Kilimanjaro like only
Taken a gagoo.
I still wounder how you have
The rite pin for every stitch.
Am quick to do the peace sign
Whenever I see wrong minds.
Nothing walked into the world,
We all are from the same source,
Meaning of man is dust to dust,
These has no cure, it would remain
A procedure,.
I give praises as a pilgrim.
HABIB AKEWUSOLA.
Copyright © Habib Akewusola | Year Posted 2012
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