The Way Of The World Poem by ademola oluwabusayo

The Way Of The World



i was born in the world of miser

on the wagon of sorrow

telecommunication of suffering

i make walk under compulsion

they drive me under the wall

my wall have ear

the way of the world

problem untop sorrow

i engage in war of nerve

a war of word all time

they make the war warm for me

on the warpath of anger

no one to watch my back

am now a water under the bridge

i fell by the wayside

with alot of fine feathers of duck

am now under the wheather

are stated weaving

no one weight in Gold

are make a welkin ring in life

no one to here my cry

are give it more welly

are become a wet blanket

are wet behind my ears

am happy with a wheel of fortune

changes occur in a world of living

i whistle in the dark world

are become a white elephant wihter than
white

now am in the whole of nine yards

no peace for the wicked

the world of word war of hero

Monday, July 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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