POEM:SMILE
You have heard it said
Somewhere you must have read
Whether with a blue or red
Over a meal of oats or bread
That in all circumstances
Even ones you couldn’t take stances
After you swore never to take chances
And all your life is a series of bad instances
That giving up is the weak’s option
Over your lover’s potion and Nne’s cautions
Be strong,take calculated precautions
But there is more to that,do it with God’s own “SMILE.”
-Adiko-
