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The crowding thoughts of tomorrow

Make me sick

Though I prefer to be left

In my own folly

To insulate the pains of today

But they will not stop

Even a while

To pose and stoop

Because I have been born

Because I have become of a man

Because I am overtly declared

A wanted entity

They pose and prick

And in the thin mirrored air

I see them pass gently by

Some smiling

Some glaring

Some firing

Some defying

I recall, not of too long

I was alone, only one

I became two, only two

We drop one, two, three

And with such exhaustive hope

More being awaited

But the thoughts pose and prick





These crowing thoughts of tomorrow

Make me remember

Though gone never to recall

When without stress I lay

Happy, relaxed, relieved

Between the two soft palms

Of she who loves me most of humans

Even as though beyond thirty five

Could this man-less joy remain

Each moment I behold her

Or perceive the soft sweet tone

Nevermore, nevermore!

Tomorrow must come and go

For another tomorrow

Until I sleep last

Muhammad Ajah is a poet, writer, author, advocate of humanity and good governance based in Abuja. E-mail [email protected]

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