To My Mentor: On His Day

Come is this day November the tenth of every year When Kehinde remembers joinin the fray Of this world so full of things fearful and dear. Going down memory lane One remembers that he cried To those around who laughed at his eforts so vain And they welcomed him with hands tested and tried. Now when he remembers dat day He is always happy and gay Cos the sadness of yesteryears are gone Exactly like the bullets from a gun. As you celebrate your day this year I wish you a day as white as snow Which is as sweet as honey and soft as pear And also free from stress and sorrow. The years you have ahead Will be full of joy and success That tail you will not be but always the head And finally you get every want in excess. Granted are all these by God Almighty Who is capable of things low and mighty!