Little Bird Poem by Ojeikpo Elijah

Little bird little bird
Sitting on the wall
Weary and worried
Eyes squinted unto the distant land
When will your mother comes back?

Little bird little bird
The night have comes and gone
Would her return?
The market had closed
You are waited on this mountain for long
The days are grew old bade you bye.

Little bird little bird
Sitting on the wall
The life is not what we thought
It like child on the swing quest for balancing
Either sweet or honey?
Its also equal to a bitter lemon.

Little bird little bird
Sitting on the wall
Let me console you before my nest broken
We are all weaved in web of mortality
When tomorrow comes
Our tears shall all fall either
Life on earth is but awhile

Little bird little bird
Sitting on the wall
Who seem to understand?
Who want to be chastened?
We shall all be rewarded
In full measures whether good or bad