The Crown Poem by Kingsley Egbukole

The crown on my head
magnificent with reflections
Lightening pitch dark night
And the beauty imprisons the eyes
Revered in eminence
Many crave to wear

The crown, its price I pay
In morals, carriage and candour
And pains and even death

I turn not my head at will
The egg on my head might break
The lips open with caution
And the words carefully sieved
The soul on my head might offend
I thread with measured gait
Dignified with pride
That the king watching approve
The crown, the price I pay.

(Wednesday 25th February,1998, m7.35pm)