My Ancestor Prays For Me Poem by Ajala Samuel Akindele

We can make it
The cozy things are admire
and compromise.
Fortube for me, I fell under
the air of life.
Behold it was as if the world
as come to an end
I thank my ancestor
Because am hopeful with speculations.
Reluctantly I departed but
My feelings inside me
Is to lay mattress and doze off.
Their etiquette of life is
Unaffordable but affordable for me.
They compose one another
and live longer.
Their life are cozy and admirable
I have the hope of a fish wife
My ancestor Prays for me.