It seems like yesterday When I crawled down from my mother's Womb Drenched in blood and covered with nakedness Compelled to cry,to give smiles and laughter That I may not run to my fathers' tomb Love and warmness were the embodiment of my first breathe . Soon, am employed, to chase away goats And fowls in the neighborhood I recited poems and my lips sing songs To the moon and the beautiful stars I danced in rain and played in the hay With flowers not rollercoaster . The thought of life being all about Rainbows and unicorns cling to my mind Failure must be the treasure that is hard To find But the sun laughed at my ignorance Now,I heard a call! Echoing in waves through my childhood The call of the future itself . I climbed hills and Cross oceans Wilderness and valleys hosted me Lion and tigers I battled In the forest of rare determination Looking for the bed of roses But still lingering in my dream And for I fear I might be woken Soon enough . Balogun Tolulopez Ayodeji David ( Drunk poet) Of course..... All right reserved!!
I have seen my bed of roses at the presidential Villa.......