2009 Poem by ipaye olawole peter

freezed, muted i was very still
this long deserted soul mine
soul more bent and trembled
for a year i never witnessed sweeter
far than honey

the unborn year flashing ahead
ready to emerge and mute its predecessor
this damn old rugged year with my mouth
heavy to dare challenge its pestering hand
one he uses to dull my speed

hide me now 2009 i must hear none
this dead year one i remember treatens me
will make me forlon some tempting days
thus i shall loose my trust in you my new year
one in which new `goodness betide.

Now it is gone, gone with the wind
alas the road not taken, the road
-all sojourner went
they are dead in mistours
Now the road you take your path.