Father And Son Poem by Chukwuebuka Adebayo

O my child, o my child come!
Let my words sketch a sheet
In your heart, let it build a rome
Time's swift, it's a running feet
Life is cold and an unclear fog
Where it begun it will also end;
We wear it as pair of scarlet tog,
There's no mend when it rend.
Bones shows no spray as flap
But therein be a rotten decay
blood is so warmer than a sap,
yet within thousand worms lay;
O Child, i call but you give no ear
I shout your name, none say sire!
Day comes by, if you find me there
Looking at you, I won't be that squire
I will hide in scary shadow of the night,
You will call also, I will not lift my head a height.
: Toby Moses