TOSS OF THE YOUTH

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In your belly flow ideas
Yet you lie dormant
Beneath your feet are treasures
But you still lament of garment
Around your waist are trees
Seasonally yielding inspiring
fruits
In the air you inhale
Are particles radiating lights
Wait; how often do you study
The map leading to your purpose
And how consistent are you
On the path to your fulfillment
You stench in your cleanliness
Growing gray and detesting
thoughts
Keep willing and wishing, while
You set your ambitions before
microbes
Come, to the consciousness of who
you are
Cast not your pillars by the river
side
Cos the time will surely come,
When the waves and tide drive you
like the pendulum
Now! It’s now and not later
Exploit every bled of thought
Ideas die even talents rust
Invest today, it’s never too late.
written by Abolaji Abraham
ab.abolaji@gmail.com