Chukwukere Timothy

Freshman - 925 Points (27-07-97 / Onitsha north, Anambra state Nigeria)

Talking To Thomas - Poem by Chukwukere Timothy

I hate caring,

The last time I did, I came back crying.

But I cant stop talking,

When I do I start falling.

Life's very short,
Be quick and avoid fault.
There's a way to live long,
Without being mighty nor strong.
I do not lie in this song.
While some go old, some grow young
in the heart of all in this world.
They'll live long.

Young, what do you have staking?
I've seen your stand
And they aren't breathtaking.
It's simplicity makes it easy to understand.
It doesn't mean its not working,
But its evidence you're not thinking.
I know the pain you felt
When you heard the world doesn't reward sweat.
Trigger your faculty
To become crafty.
There's no end to achievements,
Its your thinking that limits you.
Do more of assignments,
Live more nights and draw certain you.

Thomas, you doubt this word?
Wondering if this poet is forward.
Well, Thomas, we're still behind.
But you're most blind.
Look up and see how we glides,
Furious as tides.
The currents are powerful.
It can pluck out fools.
I observe I talk too much,
It can make me a quick casket.
Bless be the heart I touch.
I can only fill container and not baskets.

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  • Kumarmani Mahakul (1/24/2016 12:39:00 PM)

    Very amazing drafting shared on definitely here. Wisely penned poem.10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 24, 2016

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