Gone or Unborn
Gone or Unborn
In my naive days of evening sailings
I had gazed with anxieties into the sky
With fascination into the waters
Exaggerating the possibilities of life
I think ladies have magic in their wand
And men innocence in their smiles
That love makes the world go round
And life is all about
Bright dawn and gay dusk
Age has given me a bigger lens
With which I see a different world
The world is cruel but not a hell
The generation of saints has never been
The race of angels shall never come
And the best of men are either gone or unborn
© Olatuja Oloyede
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