Some invest in silver, gold and all that shimmers
Some in their allies, folks and families
Some in thrifts and assets that knows no wither
And every wealth is an offspring of well spent monies
And every savings births a long, commensurate yield
For when the farmer plow and sow in due season
He sits back and delights in harvest bounty
Alas! Ours never fits all the pictures I’ve seen
“What thou sow, thou shall reap” so they say
Mine gainsays that, for I reap weeds for wheat
On the sweet nectar of the flower, the bee relish
And in turn, she dole out pollens thereupon to cherish
After a filling, delightful graze on the earth’s greens
The cattle bless the soil; big, big dung to cherish; a token!
O paramour! Only in frowns and laments are you golden
Tell me, when the landlord is locked out in solitude
How better is he than a fate-forsaken destitute?
Go on! Siphon me more with straws of sycophancy
When sanity visit my ensnared lovey faculty
I shall walk the long road to where I belong
I’ll kiss my children, embrace my allies and plead her pardon
For in their investment, great returns beckons!
Amusa Tenibegiloju Smartfingers …The Redefinition!