A Man For All Season Poem by Micheal Olaniyi

My life is pure,
the world is beautiful,
i respect the living,
and pays tribute to the deads.

I never lost my praise,
i blows in air and dives on the sea,
and i never forget to prey,
on my aromatic delicacy.

In every season i pay my dues,
everything i do, they want to,
i laugh in the momentum of happiness,
and tears drop in the saddy moment.

If you are richer than me, you are too rich,
if you have fame than me, you are too famous,
if you are brilliant than me, you are too brilliant,
if you are handsome than me, then you are too handsome.

I can make the desert busy than the city,
and can feed the hungry man with nothing,
he is a man of his saying,
and a man for all season.