AGADA JERRY
Agada Jerry
I,as a bird squits
And sings in odd time.
It is vained to fly away
as a neo-bud of flowers,
The sample had been
shown in a dream.
The feathers and fossils
had kept in museum of life.
Agada sculpted a self statue
in the mind of wises.
Jerry handcarved his
calabash into the love of life.
His statue dances into
muses of immortal threads.
To his tastes he carved to
thwart mouthcarvers.
Painful,I did never meet
Jerry once in life
Shabby,
I had never red
Agada in faces of life.
The inspired pen of the youngsters,
His words are liquor
His drops are intoxicate the readers
Now a log carves him as you like.
The spirit of wisdom had moved to rest-home.
The stormed words strike our mind always
His statue dances for life.
A portrait is crowling for eras in ads.
Right or wrong Jerry in a circle.
All are marked of appraisal.
Agada good night!
You are still with us.