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Mayowa Funmilayo Poem
My silver hair has grown,
Time has weakened my bones.
My face has been wrinkled,
My limbs have been crippled.
My time is up, I must go,
My death will be a painful woe.
But before I have a chance to die,
A movie flashes before my eyes.
The movie begins with a baby girl,
Being brought into this world.
She cries so loud even though she’s unharmed,
But finds peace in her mother’s arms.
As years pass by, she learns and grows.
Her early life begins to flow.
A teenager she has become,
Everyone sees her as a bundle of fun.
But on the inside, she’s moody and depressed,
She covers it up and strives to impress.
Adored by adults, loved by her peers,
She can’t be herself, that’s her worst fear.
She takes a step into adulthood,
Her goal cannot be misunderstood.
Focus on college, rise to the top,
She’s a determined beast that cannot be stopped.
Her dream career is in her hands,
She’s scheduling, appointing, and making plans.
Her job gives her no chance to unwind,
And family is at the back of her mind.
So after retirement, she’s old and alone,
Her best friend is her cell phone.
She has no spouse, has no kids,
So what lesson does my life give?
Life begins with joy and ends with sorrow.
A sorrow that there will be no tomorrow.
And this sorrow burns worse than fire,
It consumes hopes, dreams, and longing desires.
So to all the people of youth,
Listen to my words, for I speak the truth.
There’s no need for a life of your own,
If that life will be spent all alone.
So keep your family, keep your friends,
Before your life comes to an end.
And all of life’s unique parts,
Keep them in your mind, cherish them in your heart.
So that on the final day,
You can look back and say,
“I’ve lived a good life.”
Copyright © Mayowa Funmilayo | Year Posted 2021
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Mayowa Funmilayo Poem
The Baby cried, Oh-when the Baby cried.
Shepherds began singing, their voices boomed in the sky.
They sang, “Angel Gabriel spoke words of truth,
Our lives will be delivered by this small youth.”
“Praise the Lord for Christ has been born!
Praise the Lord for Christ has been born.”
When the Baby cried, tears of glass fell from his eyes.
So Mary held the child, and softened his whines.
And Baby Jesus filled the manger with silence,
For he found peace in his mother’s presence.
Mary, the mother of the Great I Am!
The mother of the Great I Am.
The mother of the Great I Am!
The shepherds cherished this moment in their hearts,
For they had traveled so far, led by faith and a shining star.
They told stories of the miracle in Bethlehem,
And all who heard were amazed by them.
The Messiah, King of the Jews is here-he’s here!
The Messiah, King of the Jews is here!
The Messiah, King of the Jews is here!
To the tune of: Silent Night
Copyright © Mayowa Funmilayo | Year Posted 2021
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Mayowa Funmilayo Poem
How can I be full of glee,
when everyday I see on T.V.,
another murder, another school shooting, another trajedy?
How can I be smiling,
knowing of patients suffering?
Waiting for their deaths in hospital beds must get so tiring.
How can I feel delighted,
when a young child is mistreated,
and when brutal words and punishments make them feel neglected?
How can I be at peace,
when parents beg on their knees,
for a slice of bread or anything that their children can eat?
How can I be satisfied,
when teenagers try and try,
to fight depression, anxiety, and fear but still commit suicide?
How can I complain,
about my own issues and pains,
when so many people would kill for my life? Oh! Am I insane!
How can I be happy living in such a cruel world?
How can I be happy when others are not?
Copyright © Mayowa Funmilayo | Year Posted 2021
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