The Common Pot Poem by Babatunde Esho

One firm handshake,
Makes encircling walls break.
One strand of a feeble bond grows.
And the twirling others follow so slow.



One Lengthy talk with little pause.
Churn many words of a common cause.
And a few drops of secrets got,
Trickles into a common pot.


A thousand laughs together,
Mixed with a few tears gathered,
And all the bitter sweet plots.
Trickle into one common pot.


The tests came, hid inblistering air,
When the weather turned not so fair.
Bringingstares at this novel bond,
Watching, waiting, guessing it's brawn.

At It's stretchingends, are wordsalmost rude.
Butwe reach for the common pot,
And search for balms in it's riches stored,
That soothed the edge's now sore.

Ten years past one firm handshake.
Stood one by, that never quaked,
Holding a strongerbond and a common light,
Under a weather now so bright.