THE DESTROYER OF PLEASURES
12-10-2014
[DEDICATED TO SANDA TAIWO]
Today, I went to the Hall of Teddar
To get two breads and perhaps pure-water
The young-lad I met there told me there’s no change
Said I should come back later within some hours range
Not sure, I questioned, ‘won’t you record it’?
‘That I have some money with your trading outfit?’
The young-lad replied, ‘ah, no need’
I know you too well for that needless bid
Odd me
Isn’t it funny?
Say the lad breathe his last
Before my re-visit came to pass
Would my money be aye gone?
With no hope of remedy or return?
Hmmm
How we forget so easily, the grisly tomb
An eventual abode, a much loyal home
For all, whoever journey through the womb.
Oh-Oh
How heavy must be that blow
The news of a son’s passing to his ma
Or that of a spouse to her other half
We all are debtors
Whether old or young, rich or poor
We will one day be gravely done for
Then all that is done shall be brought to fore
Life is like the art of funambulating
But done clumsily on a fine string
Nothing is certain, no man is safe
From that one-time trip to the grave
‘If you do not stand for something
You will fall for anything’
So said the great but late Malcolm X
So wake up, friend, and hit the decks
Now Listen…
To one last piece of advice
Afore you take off your eyes
See this life as a trivial yet vital venture
Before you host the destroyer of all pleasures
ex mentis:THE WORDSMITH