This Youth
I am not a saint
Nor am i like soot
Far from a sage,
I'm just this youth,
who is too uncouth.
I'm surrounded by weeds
And in love with lilies,
Searching for a rose,
Who will bear my seeds
That will become a fruit
By then,I will walk tall.
So,when i take my leave,
And dine with the gods,
in my last home.
My heart will smile
And my cup will fill
I'm just a youth
who wants to grow
Copyright © Kolapo Olapoju | Year Posted 2010
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