Poems of solitary delight

Poems Of Solitary Delights

What a delight it is
When on the bamboo matting
In my grass-thatched hut,
All on my own,
I make myself at ease.
What a delight it is
When, skimming through the pages
Of a book, I discover
A man written there
Who is just like me.
What a delight it is
When everyone admits
It’s a very difficult book,
And I understand it
With no trouble at all.
What a delight it is
When a guest you cannot stand
Arrives, then says to you
“I’m afraid I can’t stay long,”
And soon goes home.

Published by The grey clover

Welcome to The grey clover. My name is Mayowa. I'm a physiotherapy student. I am also a lover of Literature, Arts, Science and technology. I have several interests which includes writing poetry, photography, fashion designing and there are still much more things I hope to learn. Thanks for stopping by!

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