Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle
My Thought At Night - Poem by Joseph Oladehinde Ibikunle
This naked world rolls on
Like the cob when we threshed the corn.
Our days of prime, we gadded-about,
All was void but we eked-out.
Success might not be glaring,
Because life is shamming;
Either joy or sorrow is a prone
We delved but none was known.
Let opulence be impure,
Alas, for all, heaven is unsure;
But in the fall of the curtain,
Only death is certain.
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