If Not For My Old Age Poem by Micheal Olaniyi

Micheal Olaniyi

Micheal Olaniyi

ikirun in osun state
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Micheal Olaniyi
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If Not For My Old Age



When it rains,
the wind blows,
the trees bows
and i hear indistinctly
the rain's cacophonics sound
looking through my window
saw them rolling in aisle
playing in the rain
and enjoying the game,
but if not for my old age,
and what people will say,
i will just pull off my undies,
and just join the children in the rain.

Sunday, June 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: friendship
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Micheal Olaniyi

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ikirun in osun state
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