Where are the Good Ladies?

At My favorite spot
Where I stare my eyes
At the mirror of the sea
For there
my writings finds its voice properly

There as I lay my back
A note fly across my face
Spreading its feet
On my face
As I meditate along

Reading on
I saw the mind of a young man
Who has toiled the whole world
In search of a good woman
To take home as a wife

I read through the textbook
Of the page written on the pulp
And I saw the teary faces
Of the young man
Within the lines
As he scribble through the platter
After experiencing staggering relation
With millions of ladies in the world
Ticking him forty years of digging
The heavy soil of Gold

As I ponder on
Thoughts ramble deep within
As I read aloud
In the silent moments
The ending notes
Of the young man

And so I ask myself

Where are the good Ladies
Hiding their faces?

What is making their ways
Not known to this young man?

Are they really that hard to find?

This my thought lingers on

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About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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