Imagine Me Poem by Ivan Chizurum Ezeigbo

I saw a tattered cloth
and dirty shoes
of a poor composure
and ill looks and hopes
Hopeless and with no dreams
Aspirations, all flaws
I was in that image
Imagine Me

But how things changed
I do not know
Those clothes began to wear off
Yes, for a change
One must take the oldies off
And off went the clothes,
Just as the madness wanted to show
New, much better clothes
covered me
Imagine Me

I was not worth it
To receive such mercy and favor from God
Imagine Me

His clothes shine brightly now
Some love its color
Others hate how blinding it could be
He was once so dull a light to see
So tattered a man
But now raised
To so much grace
Imagine Me.