The Fragmented Pieces
I was just seventeen when I picked all the pieces,
To build a beautiful harbor for all.
I was without clue or glue to cement my wish.
I was only equip with my daring spirit and pure intention.
But one by one, each piece took a plunge from my hand,
Into the pool of uncertainty,
Not without taking part of my heart along.
The last piece just crumbled now and I am shattered
My resolve is to let go of all the moon beans
If I can’t build an empire for all,
I can build a posh city for myself.
17/8/2021
Copyright © Modupe Sefunmi | Year Posted 2021
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