I Wish I Were A Little Nightingale Poem by Fagbewesa Olaoluwa

I wish I were a little nightingale
To sing again and take away the woes of Keats.
How I wish I were the cool and tender breeze
That comes under the cover of night
With a gentle touch to every sobbing skin.

Sometimes I wish I were the elder’s tale
Told to juvenescent ears on leafy seats
-straying feet and troubled heart alike to please.
I would the burden of an aged bone make light,
were I a donkey, a camel or their nearest kin.

I shall not fear for love that fail
Nor be frightened by the dangers of unknown pits
That torments the hominids even while their body freeze.
Victim alone of the present plight,
The world beyond books for a mule no sin.

Alas! I am but a man so frail
Victim here in a battle against several fits
What awaits there at my breath’s final cease?
That I may see, Lord give me light,
For though I live, I sing my keen.