From Childhood Poem by Adeosun Olamide

As I play away in astray my long lost strum and hum
in sadness,
I glimpse some of my wimpled rum
friends thumb up to me.

Time goes by,
Once a kid in my prime I had climb to sunnier climes to mime in
sublime ignorance
Devoid of dime in pocket,
For my part it was better than petty crimes,
they will plumb in front with plum in hands chewing gum with gums,
Mending and lending amends,
At each end they will commend without offending feelings but contending
thoughts.

Through reefs we wended trending unsafe
paths,
Beaming with dreams in streams,
They transcend the numb ones we christen friends today
That thunder grumble at prominence,
They may mum and mumble at my deeds but h'm they were real.

Many of them had swum from scum and slum
And succumbed and even stumbled into glumness,
moodiness that I am now in.

From me the dumb amid them is not frump
As he beat the drum of our glee,
Clump of crumbs that comes from time to time crumbled our friendship
But we were inseparable chums bumming in brumous street
Becoming untreated threats.