What Sick Leila Read Poem by Adeosun Olamide

The day is come
When bid my sorrow- a bye
When tears mine shall flee
And burdens this be removed

The day is come
When shall ride from here
And sate a long yearned bathe
Shall see if my gowns fits still

The day is come
My vita- I’ll gather
Then dust my shoes
And polish this wrinkled face

This day end
Shall drunk till reason fades
And let the volume its peak
Then dance and dance

By today’s end
It shall be a new beginning
And I shall have a good sleep

For the day that is here-
By its end
I use to be a mother
For the day that is here
By its end
My life is returned