I was a canoe without a paddle
A steed without a saddle
A copter without a pilot
An Abby without an abbot
Until poetry found me .
Life was downranged
Like fallen titanic
Until poetry came .
To snag aura
With manus was my erstwhile dream,
Woven like a basket,
Intricate like the piano.
Untill
Poetry found me ,
Then I began to trek
Simple path rammed with
Dream
Wisdom
Knowledge
Hope
Faith.
Nature became my chum
Writing became the charm
Though not yet flawless
But one day I shall erect
A castle for my poesy
For every eyes to see
And it shall not be floorless.
Dolapo ojo dapoet
C)25/2/2017.
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