Ojo Ogbo Ni Ojo Esan (Judgement Days Are In The Old Days) Poem by Babalola Jubril

The present never ends,
Future never comes,
In the middle of youth hours,
Fond of vices,
Tomorrow is unlettered,

"ojo ogbo ni ojo esan"
Judgement days are in the old days
se rere ooo
Do good

At early days of life,
Living a vagabond life,
Never lives in vain,
If work and prayer is his anthem,
The lady's man; slave to the vamps,
Because of few minutes pleasure,

I should not have become me,
I would have be a man,
Not a lady's man,
I could have be intelligent,
Not a vapid man,
I would have been diligent,
Responsible, caring to my family,
Not irresponsible and a wayward man,

Now! Old and weak,
One- eyed, with no help mate,
Facing the wrath of God,
My youth life, a regretful life,
Alone in my old wretched house,
Nearly my initial grave.

"Ojo ogbo ni ojo esan"
Judgement days are in the old days
E sere re oo
Always do good