Our Journey To Crime - Poem by Olawale Ogunrinola
He’s just a child with fragile eyes
His tender heart like that of an angel
'It is time for Bible Studies
Please, Dad, let's not be late! ' He said
'Oh no, ' said Daddy, 'Maybe not today.
I’ve had a very busy day;
And I deserve at least a day of rest,
I am going to the balcony.
For there I can relax and rest,
So come along, and stop bothering me,
We will go to church some other day.'
Months and years have passed away
But Daddy’s boy is pleading no more
Those childhood days are long forgotten.
Daddy's now very near his grave,
And life is almost done with him,
He’s a changed man and has now
Plenty time to visit church,
But, what does his son do?
'Old Man, you're kidding! He yelled
“I have had enough fun all through the night,
A crate of beer, and some rolls of weed
You should have seen me up in the sky! '
The daddy lifts a quivering hand
To wipe away some tears,
A familiar old sound filters,
Distinctly through his ears.
He could identify his small son’s voice
While he was still very innocent,
Saying, 'It's time for Bible Studies,
Daddy let’s go to church'
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