Olabosoye Wemimo Olaoluwa Poet Sonnet

Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 32

January is never meant for blue 
It is always of pure gold and the pearls 
These days, if you wouldn't argue how true
It has done the do, January curls 

Forgive January for its merry
Seized up by December's bill payment
And its galore enjoyment, unwary
Toasting eyes of its darling assortment

It was like a mile of thousand gazes 
Grievous goodbye's wish, everyday is long
Seems unfortunate like lonely phases
How ideas run in disarray so wrong 

December has blessed January rooks
In its entirety of heavenly nooks 

Surely, the troubling peace of previous nights
Shall I see no more from February
The class dinner that breakfast deeply benights
Happy to see the best cautionary

Grateful for the opportunity, Sir
Knowing fully what time mean to pretend
Have I to unseal the veil not so blur?
Or get mind accepts to become unbend?

All baggages' swags claim to be of prudence
Young mind; old way home to pickup any
See discordant bail out of innocence
Enforce blinded choice on times so many

Thanks dearly Sir for the closed eyes given
No offense but heal flurry once driven

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