Everyone is a poet, writing life’s daily lines with the sole of their working shoes
Even as the shore waves and the winds of time strive to erase your poetic beauties
Never carve any hopeless woe, but engrave even in your grave, the epitaphs of hope and
Never miss your chance to write in the hearts of those you meet

Everyone is a poet whose poems are neither erased by death
Nor by elegies of life, odes for others, and even the blanks between
Even when no known cobbler can repair the grooves of those old, worn soles
Never forget the Cordwainer who makes new shoes and creates new poets

Ololade Raji (October 2020)