byFaith Ajayi


A weary bone, a tired soul

Wandering in from the day's toil

Every groan a testament

Of the day's gruelling chore


A little wink, a little doze

And another day is here

By and by the cycle goes

Till the body drops in protest


A little sleep, a little doze

A new dawn goes unnoticed

For in six feet street

Toiling is forever over




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