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POEM TO 'YEAR' : WHEN I MET YOU “FRIEND”

WHEN I MET YOU “FRIEND”

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Uncertain as to what will become of us
We were bound by nature
You were superior anytime,
Not minding if my pocket had a dime,
You will strike, surprising always is your gesture

Your tenure you inform all
But only the lucky or graced witness your next reign
For friends like me
You are tagged into twelve splits,
Further parted into fifty two parts
And shredded into three hundred and sixty five shreds
Or three hundred and sixty six if you so wish
For us, we are no issh.

From inception with your vices and negative vibes
We have to deal with,
For periods of joy and laughter we rejoice
And hope to forget your worse filth,
Yet you are our friend the Yacht

Our tale is like that of the Iroko tree and its branch
And also like the Chick and its Owner
The removal of the branch from the main tree,
The end of nutrient and the branch dries up
still, the owner of a chick with purpose feeds the chick,
Which either becomes the next stock ware or the stick meat
Our brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers, Your Friends
You have swallowed and not permitted to see your next reign

My Friend YEARS
Joy, love, sadness, pain, hurt, happiness you have shown me
And I must wonder the legibility of the word friendship between us

Aggression and hope becomes the survival instinct
As one who understands spirituality prayers is done strictly
For my name to be famed in one of your tenures
And forever in the remaining tenures

So,
I ask you,
I seek the creator of me and you
That the joy of love, peace of wealth, service and happiness in greatness, laughter in dream reality always embedded in all your tenures find me,
Sees me,
Engulfs me, never to leave me
In your coming tenure

My friend YEARS,
In your next tenure as 2017
Another year is added to my little numbers
And hope and faith makes me say many more of beautiful things
My sight behold in other coming tenures

Alas! Become the friend I have tagged you
Make me smile, laugh, Love, heal, help
Actualize my dream to reality,
This 2017 tenure of yours and many more will be ours

BECOME MY REAL FRIEND YEARS.



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