If the whips from life's campaign
become so hard for my shell to refrain
and like a sojourner who misses his train
my feeble mind get to dump in disdain
remind me of the oath I made to momma
the day she left me with a comma
to become the modern age Spillane .

If my vivid lines grow so blurry
And my savoury poems run out of curry
If creativity tastes so sour
and my muse lacks baking flour
Remind me of the man I painted on my wall
not the street child life played like a volleyball
with sagging loads on his back like a surrey .

If today's breaths are a tally
night after night are spent on dally
remind me of the good old days,
the blissful family before the strays
the chums, cronies and times that we rally

If the gourd fall from the palm tree
and Palm wine gushes out with glee
remind the palm-tapper of the night
He rode home with mood flying like a kite
before the whirlwind tussles with the tree.