Ester Billishan

Ester Billishan Poems

The Best Poem Of Ester Billishan

Our Numbered Days.

As the sun set and darkness fall,
The fear overwhelmed
Will tomorrow ever come?
Or does it have to reach an end just this night?
Laying on my bed
I regret why I never made things right during the day,
Then I ask for one more chance to play my part.
The request granted and I take it for granted,
As I rise the next day I choose my ways and
At sunset remember I never patch up things,
Just this one more time, this one more time and I'll never fail you!
As much as I ask it will be granted,
I blind my eyes with the favor not to see our numbered days
And may be the day to come might be zero.

© Ester N. Nyangoe

Ester Billishan Comments