A Part Of The Story Poem by JOSEPH ABUTU

A Part Of The Story



As the heart beats,
Days get older,
Shoulders get colder;
It’s just what it is,
Who can be quiet-
Except the dead?
Life is a diet
Upon which we are fed;
In happiness we,
We praise;
When lost,
To heaven we gaze.
All our young ones are pretty;
They have become a part of the story.

The last breathe-
Like a courier
That delivers
Only to the next land.
A land of knowledge,
Judgement and regrets-
Where thirst-
Can only be quenched
By fire or freedom.
Mankind is simply a wet ground-
That would dry soon.
When the lost is found,
A loser becomes an owner again.
This is mixed just like sun and rain.

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