Time and Pain
In the garden of bees,
there I lie comfortably,
with a sofa beneath my heart,
and I learn the agonies of pain,
which filled my soul like a baby.
I cried and yelled,
daybreak long,
I suffered to learn,
to learn the riddles of time,
good things in wrong time.
And all these I learn,
at the garden of pain,
Time, time, time,
let me control you,
to work for me.
Copyright © Olusoji Adedoyin | Year Posted 2008
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