by Awosusi Oluwatope | |
Published on: May 1, 2004 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
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Worried I am worried About my future I shall not be tried To work for great future Soldier-ants Soldier-ants marching on the field Soldier-ants moving around the tree Soldier-ants moving round the tree I want to climb; leave the tree It The teacher has a chalk And he is writing with it The carpenter has a saw And he is cutting with it John has a ball And he is playing with it I pick up a fork And I am eating with it Candle When I need you most You come to an end I need your light but - You put me in darkness I cannot see: Your smoke and fire anymore Oh! Candle is that - The way you will leave me Candle will you come back? So that you can save me from darkness Candle! Candle! Candle! Please, come back Little Bird Up, up, up, little bird goes I like the way it flies Over and over Little bird flies On and on I like the way it flies Round and round « return. |