Gravity Poem by Uche Nwanze

The day I was birthed, the day I began to die
The day I will lay cold in the belly of mother Earth, the day I am born
As the timeless Sun lifts her veil and the moon shroud herself in the apparel of secrecy
Though the harmattan hands the baton to the rains
Boys now turn fathers, maidens are tomorrow 's brides
Mango leaves fall prostrate in obeisance of Mother nature
The smile of Green leaves soon turn pale like the yellow sun
Age climbs high up the ladder in defiance of Newton's gravity
Soon the udala ripens, and falls to the earth
I am a libation, my fate to propitiate the gods of time
Each passing moment I grope in pregnant hope of the beginning of my end
A scented candle, today I light up my world, in the morrow my light is put out
I wander in the wilderness of discovery,
I am a lost pilgrim in these odyssey of life
Season after Season I bloom and wither
Harvest after harvest I blossom and shrink
Aye! I shall make merry and feed my soul, food for the journey
Let me drown in my vanities, as I fix my eyes on the gates of eternity