There goes a hand shake, what next
Will you leave it hanging like a breast?
Will you fling or cling it and rejoice?
Your action will speak more than voice.
Just like the ladies crave for aisles and rings
An agenda has amazing glitz it brings
Only when it goes according to plan
Though insatiable are the demands of man.
Nothing beats the feeling, lifting golds
There is this rush of confidence it builds
In the stomach the butterflies coil
Elevating and gravitating joy
From toes tip to the crown of the head
Screaming ‘I made it to this beautiful end’
Popping champagne and celebrating
Nothing beats it, touching the ceilings.
But when plans don’t go as one except
It makes one cold and fold like a blanket
Especially when the basket had all the eggs
Ah, the pain is worst than ten broken legs.
Slipping into darkness under daylight
If your expectation had been cut short
You will know, nothing is as devastating as
Your landscape of joy crumble under your watch.