Winds Beneath My Wings
If I don't run wires;
In its connections,
With my smart pliers
And its corrections,
If faults come to being.
Of what essence,
Then have I been
Learnt of brilliance,
Wisdom it offers?
To fit coffers;
Of years suffered,
Got as preferred.
From pains!
For gain's
Wage!
If I don't lecture;
Raise students' standard,
What essence is school,
And certificate,
Endured to acquire?
Cum experience;
To compliment,
Desire to teach
And grow my dreams...
In this field,
With pleasure,
Cum future:
What holds,
Great boon's
Treat!
These are professions,
That define me well,
To cope off few hell¡
Been Jack of a trade,
Makes a dull master.
Jack of nice two;
Master of both.
Makes smart moves; cool,
In Nigeria.
Not easy,
Not been up,
After all,
Doing.
For time,
Flies...
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