To You, Mr Apolinar
Sir, I been hearing good things about you;
You're in the public gaze for being so true,
Loyal to your people and to the community;
Are you running for an office, for nation's security?
Indeed, I learned many things about you, thru my friends;
They're proud of you, 'cos of the love you showered them;
Are you a Pastor? Because every sermon
You render, they believe
Even, my own sister was impressed
When she met you
At the park, where I used to play;
You sang her a song in a falsetto;
Are you a Singer? Forgive me, If I asked
I'm not trying to be rude; it's not my attitude;
The accolades they bestowed on you,
Attracted my curiosity that made me spend the night
On a hill, alone, where its stillness I felt
As the winter colds breezed into my skin,
While gazing at the stars;
Just to catch a glimpse of you, Mr. Apolinar
I failed, 'cos you were not there
And never been there;
That's why, I'm coming home
Despite, decades of not being around
But, I am sure I can find you in the town,
For it is your own blood, Father
That runs through my vein;
Though, you never show me
Your true self, your love nor to be concern,
Still, I will always love you!
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