My Life
For my life scintilates like a spark on a spike.
I cohort but myself with a dud and got stuck.
Wanna grow and I am but’s so hard t’elicit.
And my mind is not lucid and trucked is my thought.
I managed but manage works not, it could though;
But being grounded in knowledge is kneading a dough.
And attaining a skill is as melting a gold.
You drill down and put down all to save for the cold.
Copyright © Quadri Oyerinde | Year Posted 2021
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