This Life Poem by Onuoha Evans

Life is sweet and sour
it is not a bed of roses flower
life is filled with ups and downs
with hurdles you can not count
at one time you are jumping and dancing
at another you are crying and wailing
life seems to be unfair
its meaning seems to be unclear.

Like is like a mess
it is filled with distress
even a mistress
makes it less a bliss
cos the miss cannot give a kiss
or even put a fish on your dish
life has no piece of peace.

Better not to be conceived
it is tantamount of being deceived
when you are rich
you will think you have reached
when you are crestfallen
you will hear hunger calling
all round the clock
life sucks.