Good Times Never Dies Poem by Anthony Onoja

Good Times Never Dies



How I long to see the day we play again brother
Surround by the night fires of strength
Listening to folklore from Zanziba
Spoken by those who came before us
The beauty of sunrise in lower Benue
How I long to see the sunset in Idobe valleys
In the cold river flows of Ideme
The drum beats and echoes in calm nights of Ameju
The pure smokes and aroma of burning jungle
Amidst the Christmas carol in corners of Okpoga
Though we grew, in us is the love and passion
Thou alive in memories, awaken the appetite
That which time and maturity could not devour

Good Times Never Dies
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