My Numbered Days Poem by Gladys Ombati

My Numbered Days

Crazy sirens on the road;
Sending sharp pains up our spines
Makes me go back to the book of our Lord,
'Teach us to number our days.'Just how many could they be?
How much could I do with those?

Teach me to appreciate the colour green;
I know it might one day turn brown
And I will grow weary, regretting
Swallowing bitter pills of our actions.
Asking questions of answers we already have.
When will the hills beam with beauty again?

Teach us to be grateful of wrinkled faces.
The joy they bring us when they smile
To understand our roots; our phases
Give us the courage not to wish of the youth any more,
Because a day shall come, and these chapters
Shall be closed and forgotten.

Teach us to acknowledge the value of colour
Enough to remember that it might all turn gray
Gloomy, slumber, moody; shall rule over the world
To accept the perfection of all beauty
And the source of it all
To value the perfect love and its ultimate goodness.

Friday, February 10, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: climate change,life,love
Edward Kofi Louis 10 February 2017

Acceptance. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Gladys Ombati 15 February 2017

Thanks for reading, Edward!

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