Babalola Augustine Adeola
My Last Testament (Letter To Mamzi) - Poem by Babalola Augustine Adeola
this is not a golden ink,
but this what my pocket can give birth to.
You are like a flower.
They will come like bees,
not all worth your...
I have to tell you so many things.
Age travels in a supersonic jet,
while wisdom rides on a mole.
It is good to have friends,
best to keep your enemies closer.
Friends cool you down and your enemies heat you up.
They help you divorce errors
and officiate your marriage with perfection.
It is good to be heard,
in silence strenght made its home.
Take advice as a friend,
opinion as your wife.
Get angry, but bury it with smiles.
This makes your a supper woman.
Multitude are not always right.
As cacophony of voices is not easy to hear.
Life is good as well bad.
Brutish and a beast.
She does her things the other way round.
She is an harlot and her twins is death!
In pain you learn best.
In confort you learn little or nothing.
The best way to guage love,
is how much we can forgive.
Life will pose a lot of questions.
Try not to answer them all.
The more you try,
the more confused you get.
Mamzi, you might not like them all,
but i just felt it is best you know them.
Let me stop here.
As a present for you at eighteen.
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