The Bed Dreamer
The day kicks the sun
As the infant-adult rises to run
With his solid hand holding a knife
Not depending for his life.
The dreamer snores on bed
Dreaming his life to red
Always saying 'I have the bright'
Forgetting that it's candle without light.
When it's harvest time for infant-adult
The bed dreamer stands afar
With his gown of regret
Saying, 'It the reward for bed dreamer'.
Copyright © Akinloye Gbajero Sunday | Year Posted 2023
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