I've found a simple poem
It's just an easy rhyme
Or call it music if you want
It's just a simple poem.


"To live this life is free
To hold its gold is a fee
Naught will stop what will be
Just live it the same like me."


I've found a simple poem
Will turn you again to its verses
Like a painted word in today's paper
Will make an old man clean up his glasses.


"To live this life is free
To hold its gold is a fee
Naught will stop what will be
Just live it the same like me."


I've found a simple poem
Of monk that kiss and house that flies
To fool the sense in human's theory
Will not make you doubt simple lies.


"To live this life is free
To hold its gold is a fee
Naught will stop what will be
Just live it the same like me."


I've found a simple poem
Of a black bird and a fairly yellow fit
Both vowed to another, Beauty was true
But in Love's heart there was deceit.


"To live this life is free
To hold its gold is a fee
Naught will stop what will be
Just live it the same like me."


I've found a simple poem
For the young, old and weary
The bruised, whose wound is deep
To relief weeping mother, may be.


"To live this life is free
To hold its gold is a fee
Naught will stop what will be
Just live it the same like me."


Oluwatobi Ebuka Adebayo