My success intoxicated them,
for they thougth my passions whelm,
since no-one is to make me great,
how, they thought,
when they saw the pen clings unto my hands
dancing gleefully on the papers
who watered the marooned seed?
and makes it yield,
Nay, don't be startled,
my papers that are filled today,
are discovered by Mr Ade
He hath being the monitor of my fate,
still, the discovery of my aptitude,
Waters all this innate gift with his culture,
and madeth me soar fearlessly like a vulture,
So don't be surprised,
all my accolades are for him,
He hath saved me from a storm,
what would have my shadow be,
If my spirit has'nt wandered for him,
like a fishermen paddling a boat on sea,
ages to come with different stars,
my lips shall sing his praise in divers colors,
as thou worth ye weight in gold,
I shall recall you even when thou're old
© Enyis Shakes