When by the hurried passage of Time
I forget the evidences of childhood,
I wish I could sue Time for the crime
Which its cruelty causes my mood!
How could I be robbed of those days
Which in my unfeigned innocence,
I’d spent in all simplicity and grace
That never convicted my conscience?!
But Time, what a courage you have
That you always come to rob me,
Of all the memories I rightly deserve
To immortalize, and as such let be!
Yet I’ll never forget however you try,
The days of my childhood till I die.
(C) FOLAJIN ADEMOLA (OLUMINOUS)