Ike Bismarck Oji
The Best - Poem by Ike Bismarck Oji
The Best is never available
since it does not exist really.
At best, it is an elusive sublimation
drawing you towards the Best.
The Best may never come,
just like the end of time.
As you draw closer, it elopes
and ever draws farther away.
The Best may have come
depending on what you want.
But, for those who want the Best,
they must strive on; beyond Death's Divide.
The Best is quite gaseous.
Relative, the Best is, not cast solid.
Error in today's best merely room
For the improvement birthing tomorrow's best.
The Best is a chain running through the ages
like the song of maidens, full of lore
and heroism, each current in its own day.
The Best dwells in each age and hops on.
Mazi Ikechukwu Bismarck Oji (B.Eng.)
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