This is the time,
Here are the days
that i'm at your side,
and you treat me as a poor lad,
which you abuse and abase,
you displease and disgrace,
but little did you know,
that am now far away,
chasing my dreams,
and clearing my ways,
for am no more there,
as i use to be at your side,
and you hear me no more
but the echoe of my voice,
from my honeyland,
i won't be able again,
to tell you this is me,
and this are my visions,
but my people will be there,
telling you my achievements and honours,
then you will try to meet me,
and plead to be my honey,
but i will denie you,
i will, thrice as peter,
you will ask me
'where thou your heart'
but clearly you'll see
its with my sweetheart.
I just hope no one take me,
and you too away from me,
'cause the future is near,
and bringing for us to share,
so my dear lover,
remember me,
and i will remember you.
Micheal Olaniyi
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remember-me-133/
