From Mothers Solitude Poem by Adeosun Olamide

My rose quick to bloom has quicker to wilt
My sky lit by rainbow is had by lightning
My fantasy of youth is taken by reality
In the deeds of budding

My skin of radiance to pale it tunes
My breast of firm is taken by suckle
My love' of hands to balm has given to fist
And these in deeds of Age

My sight that sharp' to blur it nears
My hands that grasp' to frail reaches
My state of unborn again approaches
All in deeds of Time