They’re written all over my face
And caress my skin like a lace
Set on the fabric of a life of ace,
On a body that has found its place
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Some of them glow on my hair
Thousands of strands now fair
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Each one as visible as a true heir:
The story of one with not a few mire
These marks are golden
And they quite often embolden
The one who embraces their moulding,
Keeps each one as a cherished holding
Scars of time are inevitable
If you like eat all the vegetables
Time’s progression remains stable;
One day, we’ll all sit on this old table.
Solomon Nmam Okocha
#SolomonSpeaks
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