Humbled Poem by Nel Omofolarin

He used to be like a rising sun
Stunning a promise of brightness
At dawn
Like a fluorescent moon
Denying the coats of many appealing clouds
At dusk
Like wonder-bed of roses
Combing wandering visions towards itself
At sunrise
Like brilliant starry galaxy
Stealing eyes away
At sunset
But in a sudden veer
Heeding irrevocably for doom
He fell, all to the wiles of fate
Now the sun is doomed
With memories of promise it held
At dawn
And the moon, so dread
Heeding for its long deserted cloudy coats
At dusk
(ii)
Life's too brief
To live on vanities alone
Time could be so short
To let chances slip away
Chances could be so limited
To be taken with levity
Fate could be too dicey
To build on fantasies alone
A sweet experience might just go sour
At vicious wile of fate
Adieu, my friend and my brother....