Dead Year Poem by Bashiru Charles Bakin

Year, months, weeks we had
Days, hours, minutes remain
Ticking clock stops
Year end

Hope and optimism you promised
Myriad resolutions spoken
Day follow day
Lost in life’s challenges

Under the unmerciful sun rays
Through tears from clouds
Dry and hazy Harmattan
Misfortunes and tragedies befell

Creatures of habit
Subliminally repetitive
Change is illusion
Memories as a midget

In next to no time
Leaves wither and fall
Stale is the air, buildings vacated
Unfulfilled dreams and aspirations