More True Than True Poem by Raymond Anyanwu

In my pensive ambiance
I've watched as my time go by
Even as I know I do not own it.
Its rumination is the best that I can do.
In due course, we bid farewell to things
That comes around.

Eventhough I myself am sometimes distant
I know one day
My children shall celebrate my days
As years pass.
The train moves on.
Light blinking on their shiny faces.

In my heart
The only thing I’m rest assured
That is mine, is love.
Coursing through my veins
Its grip; tightened like steel,
More true than true.
Very little else can the heart move.
Emptiness passes
But love; deep-felt
Abides...