A Secret Affair Of Love For Life Poem by Margaret Alice

Where will the glorious moment be today,
at what stage shall we know epiphany, will
it come by itself, shall we have to fabricate it?

I’m looking everywhere for the magical chant
that will tease my heart to let out a torrent of
supersensitive feelings, a wave of delight

Marching expectantly through the duties that
will earn me my pay at the end of the month,
waiting with bated breath for the event

That will trigger reaction in my neutral mind,
that will create the joy of feeling affection as
secret grace and private understanding

I have tried the feeling of prowess by diligently
studying my NEPAD document, but that had
no effect, other than passing the time

Instead of killing time, I would prefer to take every
second into a loving embrace, making it a case
of a secret affair of love for life…