WRITE

The good old days
When our fathers
Wrote with ink and feathers
And illuminated us as lighters

Then the love for books
The joy of poetry pieces
The eagerness to learn
Not just only to earn

The legacy they left behind
Only few of us still keep in mind
How they taught us only to be true
How they persuaded us to love this course

Never derail from this part
This is what kept us far
It is the lamp in the darkest part
It will guild you if you never say never

It is something you can't rob
This message is to caution the mob
To not live astray
And to make you see the ninth ray

You might chose to believe
Or blot your mind with a lie
Nevertheless we never expected this of life
But we have to positively live life

Again I say never depart
From this noble part
It is the art
That kept our minds fat

We know how much they tried
The misery of life to understand
Each man to pen down his experiences
So the latter world could add up the pieces

Now it's our turn
How far have we gone
Did we fail on the long run
Or all our fathers works are forgone 

What a passive generation
Even with much established institutions
But they still lack the exact formation
All they could derive was miscalculations

This days is carried with new dews
We left the part of gurus
And decided to form something new
What is now left of the best things we once knew

I pray that I remain in that road
That my zealous fathers once rode
My pen will never dry to write you ode
So I can laugh and never regret when am old

Am this message my will deliver
To the world and beyond to read and hear
That poetry would never die in this era
It will live on forever

My children write for your generation
Don't heed to the visible temptation
That comes your way to charge you to depart
See you soon where we shall never part.

All rights reserved  (c) Osarodion Joseph Izekor 2017.