October Poem by Vincent Onyeche

October child is born for woe
With the strength to dig a hoe
And ideas never called a doe
Creativity profound like its afternoon
October children are blessed.

The world created in October; probably
Every ending of a cycle,
Is the beginning; ideally.
Coming twilight in november
October is natures funeral month.

Green gradually loses to yellow
Every fresh ready to dry-up a flesh
In October, the leaf falls
No wonder, its child is born for woe
God protects the October child.

In Nigeria, tis beginning of a good era
Business boom, and does the purse
Woe was four months before
Mellow, take a toast, don’t be sober,
For October does his work well.