A Task By Thee Poem by Adeosun Olamide

Tis night,
Path- greats came through
Struggling, crawling, panting, worn
Tossed by the rioting seas
Yet toiled they, knowing, feeling- just ahead'
Beyond those dark hours
The warm sun lived-
In her conquest the heavens
Roaming its rays over the calm sea
Piercing rags theirs- to tears dry

Tis night,
When stones’ seeming gray is cast from
Tis worthless named, empty called- rubbished
And left forlorn to be devoured in own grief
But still- the sun again crawls, struggles be-
And in path it precursors, to win-
Aye shall- to beam on our sorrows
Its rays to pierce, overcome the darkness
Tis then thee, this stone- shall gleam-
Shall sparkle, aye sparkle

Bide my dear-
The morning almost is here,
Admiration awaits ye
And regrets looms- them
Aye them- who left when dark art thee
Tis night,
You too shall come through it
But never sink in the sands
Not ever- should ye drown
Lay there on the surface-
For tis here the sun seeks
There to shimmer ye
And dwell thee beyond price