Anecdote Poem by Michael Olajubu

Once upon a memory
Of days that strode in glory,
When sun and moon would show deference
And every moment as Christmas without difference

I could with the wind flow
And with the stars glow;
The life I knew was fab and free
Before time played its prank on me

Tomorrow is now today;
Time truly changes yesterday.

With tabernacle all frumpy without,
Sit I amidst nature as one in rout;
When the story shall be told,
I came and conquered and slept very old.

At the crest of my hoarse tone
Do I sometimes croon not to feel alone;
The trees all whisper: look, he is old,
I know I’m old; must I feel old?

Tomorrow is now today;
Time truly changes yesterday.