So Many Days And Nights Poem by Mark Oloo

First came Wednesday as the first day in the new environment,
The first of many more to come but in many ways a blessing,
The days would just pass, one after the other, experience nights,
After living and dwelling here, I know I can make it big.

So many days and nights, of thinking outside the box,
Planning on my diary, every time I look at the calendar,
Activities that are very productive, and also profitable,
One after the other, until my so called diary is full.

I had difficulty initiating activities that I had planned at times,
And next was the implementation, which took so much energy,
It was tedious at first, and then slowly I adapted to this new way of life,
Bring dreams to reality, one step at a time, one day at a time.

The days and the nights, where work was all I could think about,
Were like every other day, and at night I would focus and synergize,
Early mornings for last minute interventions, and days turned into weeks,
Weeks into months, and eventually it was more than a whole year.