Standing all alone
out here, on my own
I gasped for air before I'm old
and the days turn nights and cold
in every season it gets tough
so I know the road is rough
my pen and papers I fold
and the things I'll need when I'm old
I made my sadness a carefree grin
And laid in bed when it's green
© ALIMAT TAIWO Sulaiman 2015
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