The Greatest Title Is Your Name Poem by David Olusanya

When I used to be a boy
with a heart so pure and coy,
life was just a playground;
I played hid and seek and was never found.

My father's chest was my bed
and my first toy was his head.
I knew no rule nor any law;
Life was so good without a flaw.

Then grew up a little more,
putting off the childishness I had wore.
I knew just how to act a scene
to have the good of everything.

I knew the way to make a lie
even without a candid why.
I knew life is the thrill of ups and downs
and would smile only to grey wigs and crowns.

So I dearly swore to be great
to make, to form and to create.
To marry the daughters of legendary kings
and glide the sky with my large wings.

Then I began to scheme rifts and battles
to own the world and all her titles,
to build a parliament of foreign queens
and raise an army from ambitious teens.

But in all my bid to walk my way,
my father would always tap me and say;
'Son, a good name is a man's immortal wall,
it shall save him from all of life's terrible squall.

Be it title, wealth or fame,
all of these shall perish in a flame.
A good name shall last more than time,
not even beauty or glory at its prime.

The strongest title a man can own,
is a man's name, though it has no bone.
So sleep again and dream again,
the world is made for good names to reign.

David O. Olusanya