Man proposes, God disposes in time
The servants least awaited the end of the fattened cow
Neither did the prodigal's father see a starry sign
The prodigal tho' his share, had swine meals to gnaw
Yet the hail-hug and feast, a surprise
And it startled the elder on his share size
When the mind plots to sow a seed
A tiny tattered fault triggers a failure
Tunji Okusanya(Snr) , had a trip indeed
An undertaker turned to be a ghost warrior
May you free your mind in any event
Propose then, and on the verge, you be bent
You never know what comes around
There could be three men only in a crowd.
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