Emaciated Poem by Samuel Segun Toluwalase

He stood still at the door post
Like sugarcane he was
Dark, thin and dead he seemed
For to make him hideous, life had deemed

I felt pity for him
I saw the weakness in him
For he was without any sign of gleam
And more so, searching for something he seemed

Slender and tall
Carefree for a fall
For life had handed him the gift of humility
And distress, the offer of empathy

I liked him for he was real
His hope still sharp as steel
For he worked hard
And refused to let life make him mad

He was full of stories
Or too many testimonies
Rejected
Nut not dejected
He will live
I have seen it
For his believe
He will make it

Watch for Him.
For you know Him
And he is among you

Here he is
Likely thinking of all these
He will pull through
For to his cause he will remain true