Never Ugly

Though droopy, a man is never ugly.
Molting days, golden hairs he evolves,
Tomorrow he sees, sour beauty a dummy,
And comes his flair, thirty kingdoms will race to vie.

A spiced face-attire is but a paltry gain
A touching tattered coat upon a stick,
A fumbling cloud, a rumbling cloud, and no rain;
And what a sigh for a grinning stool.

Trifling of today like froth shall go
And spited virtue like river will flow
When false things are brought low
And swift known things have grown slow.

Let them, the swollen friends dance their touchy murmur,
Never ugly I say a true man.
Smile my people, beat your chest, and walk hills firmer,
A man of tomorrow, a man of today’s soul.

So, distance, and good night my known friend,
Never ugly I say a true man.
 

Todays poetry contest entry was written by Joshua Obajobi.

 

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