David Olusegun Agbaje Poems

When I asked of my friend, Edward,
I learnt he had gone bedward,
For worrying so much about his truck, 'Bedford',
Which could no longer move forward.
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Whenever I meet you,
Wherever you meet me,
Don't ask after my tribe,
Don't ask after my state,
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Press on!
Press on!
Press on!
The way is long and serpentine, rubbly and
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If
You
Pray
You will be wise
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Flickering flickering firefly,
Like an aeroplane landing
In the charcoal night,
Like a motor-car turning
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If you are busy being kind,
You won't have time to find
That the man next to you
Has been unfair to you.
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