Born with a rebel yell
I emerged upon the scene
Silence quelled the spirits
He was a special child
Reflecting on times of yore
My innocence was taken for granted
My unbridled passion moved me
to the forest
to the field
to the sea
I smelled like outside
When I discovered full showers
I discovered women
Watching movies
And drinking OJ
were the only aphrodisiacs I needed
I discover women still
With every page I turn
I see myself
Now I worry about money and bills
I miss the thrill of a long night out
that never became tomorrow
At tomorrow’s end
I long for the days of
yesterday’s presence
and the perfection of today’s existence
but am filled with sorrow
By Thomas Agbonyitor
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