Unforgotten Poem by Kayode Orogbemi

There is always hope
whether we have it or have it not
we are just a dot in the scheme of life
without us life still moves fine

we are all just withering hours
the reproach of death has all made us time bombs
we are all plucked flowers
we will only linger until dawn

we will all be drenched in our dreams someday
and some won't make it back to spring
and as we fade into Oblivion
may we reappear in eternal songs