This is the time, <br />Here are the days <br />that i'm at your side, <br />and you treat me as a poor lad, <br />which you abuse and abase, <br />you displease and disgrace, <br />but little did you know, <br />that am now far away, <br />chasing my dreams, <br />and clearing my ways, <br />for am no more there, <br />as i use to be at your side, <br />and you hear me no more <br />but the echoe of my voice, <br />from my honeyland, <br />i won't be able again, <br />to tell you this is me, <br />and this are my visions, <br />but my people will be there, <br />telling you my achievements and honours, <br />then you will try to meet me, <br />and plead to be my honey, <br />but i will denie you, <br />i will, thrice as peter, <br />you will ask me <br />'where thou your heart' <br />but clearly you'll see <br />its with my sweetheart. <br />I just hope no one take me, <br />and you too away from me, <br />'cause the future is near, <br />and bringing for us to share, <br />so my dear lover, <br />remember me, <br />and i will remember you.<br /><br />Micheal Olaniyi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remember-me-133/
