We Have Come To Go Poem by Olawale Owoeye

(written after a reflective conversation with a course mate, Ugochukwu)

‎And the sweetest memories are but a blink of an eye
‎The generations are like the scroll of reels
‎The morning dew is but the mourning of the sky

‎I wonder why we-men waste our "whys? "
‎Many a man dies because of wealth when there's much death to die
‎Sometimes, blaming the husband (God) is all but deceits and lies

‎Did man not think the best is to mount the cleave of wealth?
‎And now he is restless when he knows it's all but hills and ills
‎And all he gets is but a chiaroscuro of the health

‎It's a mad sermon that we've come to go
‎But one who knows, after his pride or cries,
‎Reduces his selfish thoughts and make others glow

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