Swing by Okoroji Chidiebere Alexander


The heart is new,
The heart is free,
The heart is keen,
What else is left unseen.
We’ve closed,
We took overdose,
We didn’t really pose,
So we loss,
To a better boss.
My ink is dry,
My hair is grey,
My mind is heavy,
My soul up for prey,
I’m a mile away.
Today I’m good,
Tomorrow i will better,
Yesterday was the best,
Where my past doesn’t exist,
My life was all a gist,
Where I’m always on a list.
The carrier is a friend,
The disease he has spread,
The message went down well,
The people readily positioned,
The mission never an omission,
Unless if there is a good, mood,
A solid hood with a rich food,
Then there will be a swing.

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