The Struggle Poem by Joshua Adeyemi

He sits alone opposite the earth:
Perhaps he waits to discuss with death.

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Then he saw life coming,
And murders his waiting.
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Then he tosses himself so high,
And sits beyond the cloud so nigh.

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The fumming death arrived there first,
To discuss his client before drought.
But when he finds Life coming his way,
He stances to make him with his life pay.
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So does a fight ensue between the pair,
As they have their wisdom in blur misled.

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And one whom they struggle on,
Sits up there catching his fun:
He'll visit them both:
One before one, not both.
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