Beg Off Poem by John Collins Areyayefa

The morning dew came and told
Wait until I pass.
Such a comfortable concede
The offer he’d beg for
Sun smile on me
But now too angry with my skin
When his fierce pass
The 24th went with him
Moon was ready to capture sun
Her regime is kind
She has said,
“Work no more
All your wishes I shall grant
Go lie in your majestic bed”.
With her kind justice
All dreams came true in momentary trance of flashes
The brake of dawn is another unworthy privilege
Today, my bone is hurting
Such is an esteemed excuse
With my lips, all hard jobs
Shall all be done tomorrow.

John Collins Areyayefa