When Shall You Catch This Cold? Poem by G. Akanji Olaniyi

When shall you catch this cold?

I know you have forgotten your shadow
It means nothing to you, though it follows
Little to remind you of all you have been told
Sermons and words of wisdom are many untold

When shall you catch this cold?

Goodness, to you must had begged to burrow
Then in your heart, perfect wickedness seamlessly grows
Pranks, lies and tricks are the tripod making you bold
Pity, sympathy and guilt are just out of your fold

When shall you catch this cold?

Innocent faces trigger the guts; you rush to swallow
You care not; sorrow instantly flows
Your contest is the harms you cause; your gold
The prize that gladdens your heart is soul sold

Soon, you must catch this cold

Desist or the end comes soonest, you will be in sorrow
Retract your steps; your heart begs and crows
You and I will pass this planet once; time is in mold
Hear the Books say we reap all we put to hold

OLANIYI G. A.
© 2014