Saddens! Gladdens! !
Which! I Know not of,
Sapiens journey into greater kosmos
Like a mirage, its unfathomable
As a child, I flew the kite,
With tattered pants on the streets,
Not ashamed of any,
I lived like a king on the streets
With the moments, I lived
With each moons passing, I grew
The uncultured becomes cultured,
Just as the unconscious becomes the conscious.
The rites of passage continues,
Patiently our new moons beckons,
Alas it's not the new moon that scares,
It's the coming of age, I fear.
Amudipe Opeyemi Marcus
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