Walking Late At Night And Writing A Random Poem

Thoughts in a glasshouse
Bees in a trap-house
Born in a king’s house
Schooled in a frat house

There’re no stars in the skies tonight
The street lights took their place
The clouds are empty, they’re void
An open useless space

There are no cars on the road today
Pedestrians, I see a few
There are no words in my heart today
Okay, maybe a few

 Ferraris are for rich people
Does your money help to reach people?
Does your gift enrich people?
Or you just want to be ‘rich people’?
Tomi Olugbemi

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15 thoughts on “Walking Late At Night And Writing A Random Poem

  1. hello tolu!!!! i think u shd start taking ur poetry writing seriously

    Does your gift enrich people?
    Or you just want to be ‘rich people’?
    Gbam!! u just know how to hit the nail on the head don’t you? wink#

  2. “Or you just want to be ‘rich people”<< This dream is not far from the domain of the common ma, LOL.

    The last stanza is indeed a well-knitted ending to this fabulous. You've an elegant style of writing poems.

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