stories have been told
of new And old
it looks foolish but sounds wise
nasty although nice
answers have been given
but the truth is till hidden.
who am I?
all answers has been a belie
but of what use is the moon at noon
for it only have to wait for the sun to attune
what use is me not knowing my purpose in life.
I pray the answer meet me alive.
this indaba cripple my hope
wonder if with the future I can cope
but a morning cracked a mourning to my troubles
and what have being calling rocks were just bubbles
finally, my heart found felicity
revelation of me met reality.
AND I FOUND MYSELF.
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WHO THEN AM I??
ALLUSION
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if life is a party
where some are in regular
and some on high table,
I guess I would be in my white and black cloth
with tray on my hands with food and water on it.
serving every one equally irrespective of their statues or difference's.
so help me GOD.
OGELEKA GIDEON.
G