Poetry

MY LIFE AS COLLATERAL By Adepoju Isaiah (Ijaya)

Written by Editor

My life is not my life, but a borrowed asset

Set as collateral for a specific time

If I could in an 80 be returned

Then what would be my works?

Or my words or my path, or my traces of ever being borrowed,

Or if lengthened to 100, then what happens? 

When my feeble legs is supported by an auxiliary

And my brain becomes too soft to be combed

If even there’s an heir,

Then the irritating cries of enemies awash my coffin.

My life is not my life, but only a borrowed asset to be returned,

For too long a short time.

My money is not my money

But a government of assets circulating minted notes

My properties are not my properties, they are to be bequeathed 

To progenies who may not cherish them as I do

Or hold them dear as they ought to.

Or even consult a consultant and sell it off without a blink of two-thoughts.

My body is not my body, but a borrowed vessel of entrails

Washed with painful-ecstasy and ecstatic-pain

Along with memories of friendly-foes who has crossed the bar

Then after decades of complicated joyful-sadness

The body goes to the bank, as it lies still in the damned coffin

Washed with sorrowful cries of living assets

As another un-worked title “late” is added to the title of the deceased.

When I reasoned within my understanding,

Then I understand that my life is but a collateral!

About the author

Editor

Bada Yusuf Amoo holds B.A in Literature in English from Obafemi Awolowo University, he is the publisher of thespeakingheart.com. He started the website in 2015, he has published both his works and other budding writers and poets on the website. He is a public commentators and his articles are on different websites.