Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 75


I cannot remember the exact day
Though it wasn't that long ago to note 
When I get home to tighten up my say
Like I wouldn't have said that rote 
But I haven't been able to change it
Slippery airstream brings it without permit

Teach my tongue 
Not always the usual song 
When unseen is not able 
Let hearty praises be stable 

Story may not win hearts 
Words are very core to arts 
What inspirations sought 
Define what minds fought 
But often, muses are ÀBÍKÚ
Though words remain àìkú

Teach my words ever young 
To never be old unsung 
When light heals quickly, time
Let darkness dare its worth to the prime

Hero don't just fight 
To show his might 
But for a dream
Beyond self-esteem
To redeem his call
Even it takes him to fall

Teach my nozzle
Firing and causal 
To view in smell
The aroma heaven shell 

A newborn; I a newborn
Everyday's cool wordsbourne 
Whose stories are often reared 
In blissful nature's style sneered 
For body to feed into mind for soul
Allowing new character be made whole 

Teach me to use 
Not only to deduce
By tongue to also pronounce
And authoritatively do denounce
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