The joy of childhood; fulfillment of insanity
permitted and also long awaited
The dark hour of the human season
with moments of a long lasting memory
golden days journeyed barefooted
Fresh morning more fragrant than rose's
bright moment of afternoon swim and
a evening of thousand twilights to wish upon the stars
The butterfly-filled enchanted garden
where sights are brighter and air softer
most welcomed summer days and each passing day with its own smile and joy.
a fairy land with a hundred rooms for mistakes
floors full of clock to show what you know
I reminisce to those days
ill-wills vanish with a smiley wink
and the times forgiveness' gone in less than a blink
When we shout the dreams and never know the way
and the road was full of play and delay
If I had known today would be blank,
I'd never leave tomorrow in the dark
Darkness with a future of shadow
in an above so shallow
of good aspirations and fellow
Dreams of generations subject to an endless struggle for liberty.
only if you can drink dirty
will you dine in the bacchanal party
It was yesterday I danced plain
with delight walking in the rain
Comes tomorrow, working in it will be pain
Today can explain with its given norm
Never to flee from the rain
but to dance to its storm
and forebear all of the strain
Just yesterday,
childhood made all not to seem fast
but today the time has changed it course,
the joy childhood melts away in drops
revolting to a trap that makes sleepless night
take a lifetime and building the walls of a crumbling world take eternity for it's journey of growth where growing up is two sides of a coin
both false and true.
The effulgent sun accompanied by dark drops
The clock of recreation whirled away by hard labour
working with toes on nails
and errs were renounced to slain
to pray for a reversal
and interchange of life pattern
altering the coarse present with the past fun and tomorrow's dream unchanged
The next day after childhood is a blank secret
a time when the sun set on the horizon faraway
an illusion where unconsciousness lays in the state of conscious
now I wish I never took this poisonous taste of growth yet it makes the carefree moment, an irreplaceable memory; the best life has to offer.
Today is full of hopes
of a bright hand tomorrow
and carves a niche to embellish
That even in times of eid
when life gives to senescence
the day remains undistorted
Yesterday was once today
Today is today
Tomorrow will one day be a today
The failures of yesterday, the success of tomorrow
Good of yesterday, bad of tomorrow
all makes today,the decider blank
Gbadamosi Raimat(raimathugs) et Soremekun Olusola(Primavase)
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