Turn Your Back Poem by Tyrone Gayle

I better take it all in for it's almost coming to a closure,
Clothes are on me but I am being strip of my composure,
I wish I could repeat it like I'm playing that game created by Alfred Mosher,
No ifs and no buts for at this time, the most impossible dreams appear kosher.

Marry me? I am in love! You are the 'I-T' in that vibrant slang, 'It's lit! '
You remind me of my happiest days on my island for you're apart of it's spirit,
Please, be a meticulous stage director and don't let the others enter the scene,
Can't you fathom why I don't want your annoying siblings to intervene?

Geez! What am I doing? I am beating up myself like a crazy drummer,
This is how it is, you're in a relay so you're not an individual runner,
If you overstay your welcome, that would be an absolute stunner,
So let me face it with stagnant eyes and look as you turn your back, summer.