The Creative Imperfection Poem by Bamisaye Adeniran

The Creative Imperfection



All kinds of insults seek abode in his territory
And reproach became his tenants
Wanting to be the lord
They rented the air like the rain in its season.

Just when he was on the way to the top
The top of the ladder, to become the toast of all eyes
He could not avoid the plague
Yet he refused to be overwhelmed by his fate.

The building of donkey years, about to be demolished
He’s been drowned in his sorrow
Yet he has to keep his head up
Yes, keep your head up and stand to your feet.

He couldn’t believe his ears when the news came
His eyes never supported the truth either
His mistake has shot him to the top
He’s now the toast of all again.

He’s back to the top
What a miracle! He’s made it again
This is a landmark achievement
Something awesome came out of his error and made him a hero

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