Solace
Just how I wander
For them to wonder
The till's early, but my fill is still
I find the chaff play catch like infant staff-
This, a weight I wait
But, those beams fill my plate
It seems there be none
Not heart caterer, I'm one
Wanting in the space-
Can easily not please a face
But, that grin makes it all green
Even as I float
A corner I find to gloat
Harmonious win-loss
Lo, that giggle caught my eyes
Now, I speak of no isle
Think not of the pole
'Cause the cackles, my cheek 'twill poke
Copyright © Femi Adebayo | Year Posted 2018
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