The sweet memory of my childhood and friendship.
The way we used to play and share.
Where our moments were always full of fun and excitement.
Where our hearts were filled with love.
But I left it all behind.
The way we used to play and share.
Where our moments were always full of fun and excitement.
Where our hearts were filled with love.
But I left it all behind.
I left it all behind.
A place where dreams were shared with friends.
Like my siblings they were.
But time and tide have spread us all apart.
My Ikirun was all my friends and family.
But I left it all behind.
A place where dreams were shared with friends.
Like my siblings they were.
But time and tide have spread us all apart.
My Ikirun was all my friends and family.
But I left it all behind.
I left it all behind.
My bitter memories.
Where growing up was full of corrections and admonitions.
Where mother would not spare the rod.
You must be the best and you must be perfect.
She would say over and over.
But I left it all behind.
My bitter memories.
Where growing up was full of corrections and admonitions.
Where mother would not spare the rod.
You must be the best and you must be perfect.
She would say over and over.
But I left it all behind.
I left it all behind.
My bitter – sweet memories.
The pains I felt, the joy I had.
My bitter – sweet memories.
The pains I felt, the joy I had.
All swept away with the tide of life.
But I left it all behind.
But I left it all behind.
I left it all behind.
Mother gone, father gone, family uncare.
Friends all scattered to find their future.
Where is my connection?
Where is my yesterday?
Friends all scattered to find their future.
Where is my connection?
Where is my yesterday?
But I left it all behind.
I left it all behind.
Due to no fault of mine.
Due to no fault of mine.
But that of facing reality of the time.
I left it all behind.
But the memories linger.
The memories stronger.
But reality no longer.
I left it all behind.
But the memories linger.
The memories stronger.
But reality no longer.
I left it all behind.
Standtall- 2/09/05
3 comments:
no no no no no!!
It can't be true. Toyin tomato is writing poetry?
wow...wondas shall never end,
what was ur source of inspiration?
You were reminicing ya lifetime?
I will confess that I am no good with poetry. But I liked this one all the same. Rake care!
NIGERIAN CURIOSITY
IT WAS SO MUCH EASIER WHEN I ONLY HAD ONE...
very nice poem.
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