'It was August....' by Akinbayo Wahab

Yesterday,

It was August, first day.

Many mouths rejoiced and pray

Over the coming of a little me.

All were happy and thankful except me

Staring at the things I could not see.

Today,

I’m happy to have hip and hurray

That left your lips to come my way.

These wishes I know are good,

But reflective today I think I should

While you feed me happy- birthday food.

In Tomorrow

Lies an hour we can’t borrow

With joy it may come or sorrow

But if today I celebrate my coming

I must ruminate my going,

For no man’s last day can be stolen.

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