What Shall We Call Our Own! Poem by Abdullah Musa

As I accelerate I meditate memory-lane
In cry-communique love agravate and momy understood
What was more desirous in the world in those days, than the milk of her breast
Now I know fate riddle
Can anything be permanent
My album speaks metamorphorical and I don't know what to call me
If life is stages
Should my idears wane
I wangle and tangle in my faint memory and my heart osscilate to pendulum my odds
As if all never was
Happy moments came and they pass, so do the sad
We can take all the diamonds, gold, the power and they still part
Climb the mantle as high as you can-
Age dosen't care how long we live,
Death dosen't take ransom,
Hospitals can't, and
At the end as if we never were
Fame serve us and then mistakes cremate our joy and misery give back past
When all stand still, we think we are alone
Up we clamb
Down we fall
What shall we call our own!
When everyday a step to nowhere, and
Old memory passing us to infinity.