In my naive days of evening sailings
I had gazed with anxieties into the sky
With fascination into the waters
Exaggerating the possibilities of life

I think ladies have magic in their wand
And men innocence in their smiles
That love makes the world go round
And life is all about
Bright dawn and gay dusk

Age has given me a bigger lens
With which I see the world differently

The world is cruel but not a hell
The generation of saints has never been
The race of angels will never be
And the best of men are either gone or unborn

© Olatuja Oloyede