Good Times, (Bad Times's Cousin) Poem by Yinka Meander
Good Times, (Bad Times's Cousin)
Our relationship was and will always be!
I am the messenger and Bad Times my wheels
I beg to cover Bad Times the shame of being my wheels
For a while so, let me be invisible
Knowing my future I move reluctantly
Does this intend to dose intellects with puzzles?
Or time advantage for Bad Times to demonstrate her skills?
Prayers begged me to arrive
I am clad in ego and pride
Demonstrating my care to a cousin
Now that I’m visible least I withdraw for Bad Times to revenge
It is the hour to shed memories of bad times
And be welcomed by all.
It is the hour to shed memories of bad times And be welcomed by all. very nice poem. forget the bad times.. Future is yours. thank you very much dear poetess. tony
It is the hour to shed memories of bad times. I love this hyperbole, good piece.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 1:37:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Bad times are temporary. lovely sentiment