Philosophical Assessment Poem by IkpoBari MeneSENEWO

My joys are far away from me.
Cut down
like the giant iroko at prime.
Defiance not an option durable.
Even when I cry,
My tears refuse to match.
None to my rescue come.
If I go, it's the long way
To take;
It's wrong going the long way,
Isn't it?
They say hearts broken are like
Potteries made of clay;
Durable only for a season,
Now usable
Tomorrow gone.
Do I have to pity-party
around here?
Or walk across the river
On a bridge collapsing?
Today the grays stand tall.
Yesterday, the colors made
The rainbows.
What tomorrow may bring
Hides in that tinny buds
Hanging between the sleeves
Of time!
Until today, sadness and joy
Were probable equals
In the House of Commons;
Now I know better
That no-matter what I think
I know, life can't ever be
The same again,
All thanks to my joy
Gone off to wonderland!