Our Last Strife - Poem by Korede Abiodun
Day by day, night after night
Days goes by being override by night
Gods of the market place reads on
Whoever counts the hour reads along.
As the pleasure of the moment dies
With that moment, after I might cry.
The cry of the Sulkling speaks of mystery,
The essence of my misery
All there is to leave
Behind with my suffering.
Yet the beauty of the stars
Dances with the night
In its darkness let me cry
If not, may I lie
And weave threads of colourful dreams-like
To this comet I might
Draw strength enough to suffice,
Even for my yesteryears in life.
Let me take a new flight
Find love in the purity of my lady's smile,
Seek a better days in our unborn child's eyes
As I give this life my last try.
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