Life’s Theory Poem by okafor ogochukwu

If life really means to be empty
Like my soul feels when it is dirty
I try to watch them dry and clean
But it still glows red in sin

Life smiles back at us like our motherland
We fall so many times but eventually stand
Poverty is a wondering stranger
Searching for idle minds to lay its manger

Pride comes before a fall
But with hard work you stand tall
No man was born to die poor
But we make the choice to have none

Wise thoughts brings good choice
Why your mind speaks in a strange voice
Lord pet me like a baby at my back
Because all that comes down must surely go back