What a shame!
Like a fall from fame
What a shame
In a tarnish of a name
If our dream is to gain
In an accompanied pain
Passing through the hard lane
Yet achieve this gain
What will it be?
With our eyes open to see
These castles built never to be
Our sweat gone, like a wee-wee
Then who to blame
Our hands for the blame;
Which makes our conscience lame
Gone back to the beginning we came
What pride is it?
The little strive we did not beat
That little time left for a seat
On the row, we had worked hard at it
If it rolled to a point of lost
The struggle that we had at a cost
Do we, then, leave ourselves to no trust?
On the lost of a cherished thrust
OLANIYI G. AKANJI
© 2014
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