The Seventy Years Trial Poem by ipaye olawole peter

It makes me forlon, unarguably, i succumbed
didatic the plays obviously played
in the motherless haste though heavy brained
muted palm, will thus shortenend some trials
hard though as it is

just the beginning of the end, i learned it
from either side of the universe, lesson learned
from the white throne he that seated
there covered with sea of cloud, lesson learned
though forgotten allways learnt damned were the days-

fore spent waste as it was may this memory not be green
covered with new ones.conceal me now
i must hear none, these fore spent times will yet struggle
struggle for assertion, i must not hear again
good bye the saddest world i ever lived

good bye the last time i held you near, embrace me
now a new day now shinnig amidst darkness un-conquered
bully for you a new day kudos to you my long expected day
wellcome my unchanging day more power to your elbow
for those days were spent hastely

now when the days were spent we thouth we dreamnt them all
we start it all-over just like the old days away
days spent in the day darkness amidst men penury
alas! it was a mellancholy may this memory not be green
just the worst days of life-time.