Before The Epithalamium Poem by Vincent Onyeche

When you are of age
Do you rather get a bank engage
To first block the leakage
Or catch a bird and place in cage
Then boldly turn the leather page
Gathering friends to scene 'Marriage'
Without a gallon of fuel to get the mileage?

To me, it works with love as life empowers
And life is a counterexample employer;
It pays as demanded by its worker...
'So give thou an huge some of naira
And thou shalt marry this era'
That is what I tell people
Whose questions comes as ripples...

Love by destitute wrinkles and crumples
By words of over-simple examples
So it isn't a go after the nipples
Or a denial because of a pimple
Nor acceptance because of a dimple
Money builds a pillar: simple!
Wealth alone wouldn't tear a temple.

So let me work hard for thy kin sake
To provide a pan for thy baking cake
Sleep is for the future it isn't bad to stay awake
And restock fishes in every dam and lake
Which might not make love original neither fake
But I shall work hard for thy kindred sake
And a gallon of fuel, thou shalt not be forsake.