Thomas

Aye, I did lots of wrongs but I’ll bounce back.
An eye that listens deep to the quack sound,
An ally that knows all like jack of trades,
A kind of spy that would crack every gaze,
A piler of high stack sweet memories.
Might have been off track, my love still races,
I’ll show my knack, raise your sky till it’s high,
Lead the pack in building you, I again,
Please slack your fears and allow us ply right,
Black Thomas lover, never will you cry.

Tomide Abdul