Mellowords

I come and go,
wit tidyings of lost and hope,
to make flaws out of man's back to bed plans.

I come so slow
during heavy clouds
to awaken my friend-anxiety;
Am swift when d earth is dusty and cold..
But to whichever speed i hold,
the going is never the same.

Born to be acknowledge by all.
Just like my mother,
who is welcome by croaking frogs,
the cock crows for me.

The moon and stars
give way for my toy-the sun.
The farmer wakes to go tilling,
the traders out to make shillings,
shouts and pounds,
chirps,bleats and neighs,
curses,laughs and wail,
all to welcome me.

IF am receive with mixed feelings,
my going is worst;
Joyfully,few relax
unaware of the effect of fatique..
Those without vision nor scheme,
unaware of the plans in me,
watch as i walk by in disbelieve
think less of my next visit.

HOWEVER,
some wish my Visit
be once and Forever.

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