Lavish it all

The odds of living is a paradox

When we lavish it all

Paying the dividends

Of time and mind

To the endless wheel of fortune

Panel-beating our egos

Through slog and shame

Forgetting to search for the solace

That comes with the resolve

To court only perfection

 Giving her

All we’ve got

And setting her free

Boldly discerning

That she is a wayward lover

We will be imperfect

We will be human

And  that would suffice

© GBOLABO ADETUNJI/ AYOKA

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