mark nwagwu

Rookie - 6 Points (17 May,1937 / Obetiti Nguru Nigeria)

The Last Of The Sunny-Sides-Up - Poem by mark nwagwu

'Twas your birthday
the sixtyfifth
March twentytwo
retirement too

Morning came
living love aflame
breakfast the game

I asked, with teeth holding flower
What should it be, dear
sunny-side-up, your answer
and I was gripped with fear

cracked the egg
into the pan
and waited
for sun-up ripening
yolk still running

Alas! the white burnt
turned to black
just like me


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 3, 2008



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