WO (3 february 1995 / lagos)


Hastening footsteps.
An eager hand grips a blank paper.
And time weaves its wand,
So feeble feet are dragged in sand.

Beyond the chameleon's dance to the tick-tock,
Lies a white paper you must paint in your colours
Some people have painted roses; others, flying darts.
Paint, my son, with your soul, paint with your heart!

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A very nicely written poem, Warrith. Thank you