Sweet Now Sour Then Poem by Sentamu Aziz

SWEET NOW SOUR THEN

Back in ancient tears
When none knew
Success would define
Character and Hobby
The anthem in me
And all who wish and hope
Tears change meanings

Tough was a past
Relying on Luck
For even the next breath
For all we knew
Others are Luckier
But wiser we seem
Rather Blessed than Lucky
For not on wishes I live
But Blessed I am

Bowing before the blessed
A harsh past seems to dry
Though expanding roots
For laziness never ceases
To dig a deeper ditch for a home
Where wishes and curses
Are cries from the 'Prodigal'
Wrapping the great success
For those who stood to suffer
For the harvest they hold

A sit back in thought
Brings no fear
Only Tears of joy
For the past that was
Colorlessly wild
A future it is
Fruitfully tamed
With barbs of smiles
Of wish-well and not
But fact stands at heart
God is so good...