Nothing Lasts Long Poem by Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle

When we have tied our firewood;
At some nights before September
But the rain came to quench our ember:
We would go to bed without food.
Nothing lasts long, remember!
.
When you think about yourself - hapless;
You gaze back again from million miles,
And tears tread the path of your eyes:
All these agonies had made you friendless.
Nothing lasts long, It has its prize!
.
In your pleasure and affluence;
When all kinfolks bow at your feet,
Singing your praise and your feat:
I hope you do not forget in your influence.
Nothing lasts long, I repeat!
.
All happines and sadness in number;
All the meritocracies and censure,
All these palpable pains and pleasure:
Think of all years at December.
Nothing lasts long, Let's endure!