Dear Poets, There's Still That Emptiness Poem by Samuel Segun Toluwalase

From age to age
Century out of century
They say life's a stage
So why cant we all act up and make merry

But there's nothing in this world that ever satisfies
Some say it's all vanity
Others wait till eternity
But it's the human emptiness

It has always been
And so shall it always be
Despite the "EVERYTHING"
The human heart has yet seen

For in our nature
We always wanting
And even in sore displeasure
We still keep searching

I think its in our bowels
As hunger is
Can humans ever get to the fill?
Let us and all pretense peel

Happiness and joy, all still insatiable
I get what you thinking
But dear, the emptiness
Still resides

Many come
Many go
We still here
Still writing
Still complaining
That's it again
The utter emptiness.