The Ebbing Boon Poem by oliver Samuel Chukwuebuka

Evenly a tunnel to be passed.
By life
Gradually it comes in disguise
A merger of wisdom and chestiles.
Weakling strength of faded manpower.
Dimed eyelashes
Frustrated veins flashes
At a point the waist is lashed.
The vessels fades like water clashes.
And like a washer pottery.
Beaten by life.
Fingerprints of struggle
Would show all over Like Google
And now, some monks
Some sages, one would not mock.
A boon ebbs
Ebbings that no one could help
A time cometh That time can never outrun earth
My time, your time would sound like a hornet
A time boons would ebb.
Ebbings that no one would help.