There Comes A Time Poem by Hon Kirui Wilbon

There comes a time
That literally all seem
To have turned against You
And you are in what seems
To be your lowest moments.

Then you begin thinking
And you can't stop asking
Why me in the first place?
What's the meaning of all these?
Do I really deserve all these?

You begin calling all those friends
The kind that always promise
To stand with you at all Cost
This time they aren't available
Now lonely and have no one reliable

It dawns on you that this life
Dear brother is your life
They will be there when you are happy
They can book a flight attend your burial
Can't spend a penny to save you frial trial

Don't loose Hope Nonetheless
Call upon upon your Creator for he blesses
Waste no time Thinking about them
Focus on building yourself
Do everything possible to uplift your life.
@Hon Kirui Wilbon