I’ve got no Talent

I’ve got no talent
Says the young man
on his burial day

He looked around
and felt he has left
no impact
No treasury from which
earth can take

He cried
Holding low his hand

And in his deeper heart
He knew he had
told a lie, for even
his close enemies
They came
and say goodbye

MO.

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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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