There are certain heartache's we go through that nothing around our present environment can console or satiate
At the foot of the Iroko tree I met the head of the hunters
He heard my sad tale and offered me his choicest meat
I turned down the meat, for my problem it would not meet
I went into the farm, my heart still devoid of calm
And at the barn I approached the farmer
Having heard my sad tale, He offered me his biggest yam
I refused the yam, it could not salve my heart's harm
I went to the stream, with a heart stuck in a bad dream
Right at the river bank I approached the fisherman
Done listening to my tale, He offered me the biggest catfish ever
I declined his offer, why let this sea creature suffer?
I went into the local shrine, with this injured heart of mine
By Obatala's effigy I met with the chief priest
After relating my sad tale, he offered me his best sleeping potion
It was no use; my problem would not melt even after I slept
I traveled far away into a strange land with different sand
At the city gate I met new faces and new people
After offering my sad story, they fed me and provided me a clean room
'Gone too soon',was my problem's song at the day's resume
I entered into the local grammar school still feeling like a fool
Immersed in volumes of dead authors the head teacher sat engrossed
He proffered me the words of many a great dead men
But such wisdom had no omen, for my problem still outlived them
I went to the local bar with my heart still bearing a deep scar
I entered just as Demgbe the village idiot staggered out,
I sat with my friends and they offered me the sweetest palm wine
It was just a waste of time, when I sobered my problem was still healthy and fine
Poetry by Awenlimobor Sylvester
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Written on 2011-04-04 at 16:37
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I went into the forest, with a heart lacking restAt the foot of the Iroko tree I met the head of the hunters
He heard my sad tale and offered me his choicest meat
I turned down the meat, for my problem it would not meet
I went into the farm, my heart still devoid of calm
And at the barn I approached the farmer
Having heard my sad tale, He offered me his biggest yam
I refused the yam, it could not salve my heart's harm
I went to the stream, with a heart stuck in a bad dream
Right at the river bank I approached the fisherman
Done listening to my tale, He offered me the biggest catfish ever
I declined his offer, why let this sea creature suffer?
I went into the local shrine, with this injured heart of mine
By Obatala's effigy I met with the chief priest
After relating my sad tale, he offered me his best sleeping potion
It was no use; my problem would not melt even after I slept
I traveled far away into a strange land with different sand
At the city gate I met new faces and new people
After offering my sad story, they fed me and provided me a clean room
'Gone too soon',was my problem's song at the day's resume
I entered into the local grammar school still feeling like a fool
Immersed in volumes of dead authors the head teacher sat engrossed
He proffered me the words of many a great dead men
But such wisdom had no omen, for my problem still outlived them
I went to the local bar with my heart still bearing a deep scar
I entered just as Demgbe the village idiot staggered out,
I sat with my friends and they offered me the sweetest palm wine
It was just a waste of time, when I sobered my problem was still healthy and fine
Poetry by Awenlimobor Sylvester
Read 839 times
Written on 2011-04-04 at 16:37
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