Life Is A Routine Poem by Gerald Opio
Life Is A Routine
Everyday,
You wake up,
You brush,
Go to work,
Comeback,
And sleep.
The next day,
The same thing,
Over and over again,
Till you run out of breathe,
And meet your creator,
In the heavens.
But something compels us,
To keep on doing the same thing every day,
Without asserting it as tedious,
And that is self-love,
Because no one wants to lose their life,
However monotonous it becomes.
Hope is to live,
Living is to hope,
Hope enables us to rise up when the rooster crows,
Life is hope,
Hope is life.
We have established this pattern out of apprehension, apprehension about employment, sustenance, attire, lifestyle, and so on. If you conquer this trepidation, life will become pleasurable. However, the community and those close to you will try to pull you back into this familiar pattern.
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4/24/2024 12:03:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
If one surrounds oneself in a life that is monotonous...life becomes tedious. It doesn't have to be! Gerald, surround yourself with all that life has to offer! And watch...small miracles happening!
Thank you for the kind words.