Sayings At The Lobby Poem by Adeosun Olamide

We keep praying-
That today he takes choice
From these hands-
That he dies leaving us- peace
But he will as has always done
-Hurt us still by living till tomorrow
Then he’d leave us no choice-
Than to sign his death-
So the world thinks- us evil
But who cares what world gossips?
-That his young bride his death brought-
Aye, too blind they be to see him aged
That needs not my poison to be deaths food-
And much shall their gossip be-
When the convoy siren blares thro their hood
Then when know how diamonds look-
They shall say- there- the gold digger
And shall see not then
How heavy the axe be that art me life-
By my judges end I bother little
I pray here on-
Waiting hear the good news
That he at last, of his passing-
For then can I my suitors call to bed
And bid grasp my breast craves
To have paint over this wrinkling face
As quench thirst wine that gulps throat-
O then will I be free-
Free from these shackles- I art me