Alas Poem by Micheal Nkemchor

Alas



Alas the appitte to write has returned
I must now pour out my heart
And let the book suffer
I have proven to be a nothman
August has come and gone
'And My butterfly has smiled'
Even though my deeds were odd
I still proved doubters wrong
Indeed I am a man

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