At the hours the night breaks into dawn,

And the white sky flexes his blue agile muscle

For the shining sun's golden ray to rest on lawn,

And the birds, her wings, to spread and tussle.


I too had forlorn my warm cozy blanket and bed,

To rove the hard market's nook and cranny stores

With just a few innate coin my young palm held,

Enchanted by some bulky goodies therein the malls.


I strolled up and below as an o'clock pendulum,

And aimless as the flexy bead of a lassie's waist.

I saw my pine goodies stoop over my small sum

And all my sums like stew but no tongue to taste.


So this film went on and on like the flowing stream

Till the once bright-young day sank dark and dim

Poet: Oluwatimilehin Adejumobi Alabi