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Adedayo Farore Poem
A man who is yet to find for himself a maiden
Absolute success yet, is he to find.
If a sailor on his compass, found
A permanent route without a storm enclosed,
Thither eternally, his route may be.
A maiden, a sweet thing is
And you, my found maiden of course is
Gibraltar of America, many call thee by
But---------
My maiden laid ashore the golden Sea,
Yore of days, I’ve adored thee.
Tho’ a pauper boy me
---------still, a string of topaz for thy neck
In the stormy and rainy African nights
I labored hard to inherit.
O fair maiden of mine, I respect thee.
A man who respects a lady not
Shouldn’t be blessed with a lump of gold
For he’ll never know its worth,
When a lady,
The unique eximious and exclusively expensive
Heavenly precious stone
--------he had failed to treasure most.
O Quebec! My maiden laid ashore the golden Sea
I’ve always dreamt of hugging thee
Hoping when to Africa, with me you had come
In my mud molded room,
Behind my old raffia patched door
--------on my new wunwuned mat, we’ll both lay;
But now, old age is what I rapidly approach
My head, gray hair will soon arrest
I fear that,
Kissing thy red lips, I may never get to do
And lo! Marrying thee, that as well, I may never do
But even in my heart, when in my 6feet home
I finally lay interred,
The memory and love of thee, still I’ll bear.
My maiden laid ashore the golden Sea
--------incase thy lips before I die
I never get to kiss,
O Quebec! Do Remember Me When I’m Gone.
Copyright © Adedayo Farore | Year Posted 2006
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Adedayo Farore Poem
For My Step Baby Sister, Olayinka Bada
My loving bird, whom I call Ping
Your lovely wing,
Be sure to swing
When to God above we sing
Our adoration songs titled ‘Praise Ring,’
-------for to Him whom we plan to sing,
Heaven and earth, to his side, cling.
Copyright © Adedayo Farore | Year Posted 2006
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