Am Not Handsome nor My Pockets Blossom Poem by Kolawole Emmanuel

CONFUSED

Beautiful blessed lady
Why did you choose me
Am not handsome
Nor my pocket blossom,
With gold and silver,
Am just a weak brother
With just a little to render,

Am struggling for fame
But still low all the same
'Trying to be someone'
Known all over the nation
But I have no honey
My pocket is out of money
And am living my life gently

I can't solve your need
'Could I give you bliss'
I don't really know,
My words is cold than snow

Oh beautiful blessed lady
Why did you choose me
I can't fill you with glee

Friends I always wonder
'Sometimes I ponder'
On how most lady reason
O' they are amazing

Beautiful blessed lady
Why did you choose me
'Am not handsome'
Nor my bag blossom's
Am just a weak brother
With just a little to render.

Thanks for reading! ! !

WRITTEN BY
'K'EMMANUEL
©AYORINDE EMMANUEL OLOWOEYO

Photo by Kolawole Emmanuel