Moving Forward

Moving Forward

By George Amadi

Studying in a nearby country

A long, long time ago,

When mine was in a quandary,

On trifles I had laid an embargo.

But faint-hearted was I,

My head playing a Handel,

At the sight of an angel

Who flirted, giving me the eye.

As if dire enough

This dilemma of mine wasn’t,

She held me by the cuff

And willy-nilly we did the waltz.

Years after we ways parted,

By an ocean separated,

She an emissary with gifts sent

But on moving forward I was bent.

Lagos, Dec. 26, 2011