Teary Thoughts Poem by Amudipe Opeyemi Marcus

It flowed,
Controllably, Uncontrollably,
Tears! ! !
Enough to fill Kanji

In all our glory,
We blossom with the morning sun.
In a blink of an eye,
We wither away at the sight of dusk

Tears, I teared,
Not for the passing life,
But for life's last days,
When the blacks becomes grey.

In the sweetness of its shortness
A larger chunk we spend,
Watching our dimples turn wrinkles,
While the beauty fades daily.


Will I ever fly the kite in pants?
Nor caress suffi's ebony thigh at night?
Will I ever chased those dreams I have?
With strength of an eagle in flight?


Life's but in stages,
Tick Tock, the creators clock.
Live, love and forgive,
The cardinals for a blissful one.