Stretch Not On Me Your Other Hand
Stretch not on me your other hand:
The tree you stretched it on yesterday;
Its leaves were off, its fruits dispersed.
The house you stretched it on yesterday;
Its beam was down its roof was off.
The vessel you streched it on yesterday ;
Her crew drifted west, her cargo east,
Hull and superstructure now water tanks.
But lay gently on me your soothing hand.
The comfort of your meekness who can grudge?
Rodents come out of their holes for your truce.
Visit me not wind the day you are hurricane;
I will be going on errand for my mama.
Keep a date with me the day you are breeze,
I shall welcome you with fanfare.
Copyright © Kayod5 Kayode | Year Posted 2015
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