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A FRIENDSHIP TO REMEMBER







As Written by: Adeniran Joseph
   

For Jamiu Ahmed Adewale Alade


This poem started in your mouth,
Saying a prayer with your eyes closed,
Like slaughtered cow amidst of fire.
Fire burns those who conspired against him,
For we shed blood to pass our sorrows away,
lamentating of how nights became darkness.

There are four rooms in life:

-The room that smells of sadness not victory.
-The room that opens worries but closed for peace.
-The room that has no windows but still can't be entered without being approved.

Those rooms is but a life shedding rapture in four places.

I have seen a boy that trekked miles to get his lost shadow back.
Shadows are decievers of human's thinking.
They're silent 'cause of the words in their,
 mouth is  like a lizard doing press up,
The time he talks; the time the world ends.

Always be a man of your words.
Bend your eyes to see but don't speak,
When you see what amazed you most.

Friends are enemies,
Enemies are friends.
We walk in different part to know our dreams,
But we can never be great at the same time.
Men burn their dreams to chase the root of life,
But they never understood the rhythms of life itself.
Life is a nursery beaten rhyme that voice at the same time,
But different impact it goes in different corners.
Spread your arms, palms, and fold your eyes.
What do you see? 
Nothing! Nothing!
To tell you that;
-Life is vanity.
-We are made of dusty dusk
-The world is a corrupt one.
-We don't care what we do.

Pick your pen and write with your brokenness.
Paint your future the way it should be.
But remember to leave a stain of your impact in people's clothes,
For them to tell how you make your fame till dawn.


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