On The Road To Realization Silver Jubilee I Poem by Ifeoluseyi ifeoluwapo Ifeyemi

I
Life they say comes in stages
And of ages this has been said by seasoned sages
I am but a sprouting tendril,
As of a baby with milk as meal;
Yet yearning for that which is solid
That his growth and might may become rapid.
II
Of the ancestral annals I read and feed

On the diminishing cultures my words I seed
Even as I poetically progress to utopia
As of a suckling falling off the hook of myopia
To a grasp of reasoning and logic:
Life's solving misery and mysteries magic.
III
Alas! A poet pins silver jubilee
With seasonings of successes and glee
To the envy of friends and foes,
That wished weaving him in a web of woes,
A prodigy of unmerited long lasting love,
I give my ultimate gratitude to him whose real name is love.