The Heat Goes On Poem by Kayode Are

A promising lad falls
Just like a football player
Crippled by a vicious attack
Fair or foul the game goes on
Should the player brave the stud
To score a winsome goal
The heat goes on

A star fruit falls before its prime
Hit by the intrigues of the roaring wind
Tears and screams oozing sympathy
No succor but relief temporary
Life goes on, even if you surrender
To arrested growth and by the barn rot
The feast goes on

Ahead hints a greater boon, perhaps
The fallen fruit bristles on new tract
No regret of the past, no shackles of self-pity
No slouching with baggage of dependents
Just a dancer stretching all sinews to pull the plum
As the beat goes on