Life Is A Wife Poem by olayinka samson aremu

The hate is this life
She's a cruel wife
And though she with me she strife
I got to treat her as rife
She put the house in darkness
I have to make a light
She is wrong and wrought with corruptness
I have to make things right
She puts me in a stormy gale
And then hides her face
But relying on a grace
My anchor holds within the veil
Though she left me in this valley alone
Yet will I make effort to sit one day on the throne
When all folks and friends move away
There's a hope they'll still come to stay
But wonder thou not about my surety
Wonder thou not why I regard not her faulty
The chart in my hands is my destiny
The artist shown anonimity
Nonetheless I know of his demonstrations
Through his creations
Unto him I look
Relying on His word, His Holy book
Support me in this wife's whelming flood
With your power with your blood