*THE DEEP BLUE SEA*

like a bird on a mission,
I accelerated to the place of religion,
hoping to see a vision,
of my life and mission.

crossing the gate I had to gaze,
Behold, this sea of blue,
located in the baptistry,
the best of it's kind in history.
lost in thought and admiration,
I observed an act of humiliation,
a baby in a basket of misery,
praying to God for a victory.
just then I remembered,
the man behind my victory,
like this child I was once in misery,
but he has made it a history.
to this man I say:
Mr. CHUKWUMA of November,
I will ever remember,
your numerous works of wonder.
all day I lie in thoughts,
how can I repay this man of sort?
for now, I think its an appreciation,
until I actualize my vision.
therefore to you dearie I say:
receive this little poem of mine,
it might not taste like wine,
but before the wine there was a pine.
you will live long to reap your fruits,
but promise me to live in joy,
never get too angry
over a fault,
for in anger a man becomes a toy,
controlled by his boy who is at fault.
Don't work too hard to earn,
but work smartly to gain,
harder works bring anger and distress,
but smarter works bring joy and long life.
it is not an advice for I' m your boy,
but if you know your worth then give it a thought,
for your joy is all I have sought,
make me happy by living in joy.
thank you sir.
by
*Ikeoha Daniel*
to his beloved.