Remorseful Delight
When God at first made man,
With adjustment of variant plan.
"O Come " said he,beyond the orb.
That all creativity be not fall.
Then he summoned the dust,
For an improptu gathering of trust.
"Soil,by my palm arise",he' said.
AnD in succession gAve a token of his
breath.
Now the breath he gave had been rent:
Some for his glory,some make him wept.
"Shouldn't i have given him my breath" he
remonstrated:
For few regard but many disregarded.
Then he looked awhile toward the fulfilment
of his plan:
'2 minutes to his return',he heave a sigh.
07:10:17
Copyright © Adeyemi Joshua | Year Posted 2017
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