Twelveth Hour Poem by Gabriel Jirgba

One, two, three...one, two...third
I recollect years ago when we were ten, eleven n‘ twelve
Strange faces, different tribes, lil‘ boys n‘ girls.
Classes, teachers, subjects... were all new
The things we learnt; the times we shared
One, two...moved higher: now on the other third
Sweet rhymes baby, twelveth hour rhymes
When it‘s all over: we‘re all gon‘ shad tears
Not for the crooked things we did-not fears
We‘d sit worried sick when next to spot peers
We can‘t guess but it‘s surely counting in years
And for years; fears n‘ tears would run for peers
Those who never got to make it: dropped out, died...
But celebrate n‘ reminisce on the times we shared
‘Cos here lies the finest hour now: the twelveth hour.