After Ten Poem by Camagu Somana

As a man l strive for excellence
And that to the occassion l must rise
As young as l am till the ams
l wrestle until sweat in my body dries

l hear the heartbeat beat like an African Drum
Being beaten almost after ten
Voices singing and bodies moving
O it is a point of no return

Sweet voices whisper to my ears sweet words
With arms holding, hearts hoping and minds thinking
Tiredness is still folded in sealed boxes
l strive for excellence in silence mark my words

Two souls joint-hearted, l confess
For the first time with little or no stress
Smiles, laughter, joy and everything else
Love from my little heart l express

To the one I love, to the one l found
Most importantly to the one who touches
My fragile heart with soft red petals
And in bed l must tell atleast after ten