Posted by okougha christopher osejie on
LIfe is not a bed of roses
I wander with gut awe at the world's mystery
Its spontaneous lingering and untold history
It is not a paddle across the lake or a bed of roses
To be lofty and fulfilling comes with the surge of the exodus Moses
The pains of the scourging sun comes with the gains of the dazzling dusk
Blessed are the dexterous as theirs is industry's tusk
The secret is that the future's mar may be today's take
Two steps ahead and one foot back is all life's take
The ocean of impossibilities comes with the surf of certainties
The surf of certainties comes with a dive of activities
It's funny that way because destiny wheels at any direction
What seems gory to one may be another's attraction
The vicissitudes of man's means are sometimes prosperous
While some tend to be outrageous
The valour of nature is in the tilling of it
The essence of nature is in the fitting into it
The strong jostle on at the detriment of nature's bad eye
The oldest prophecy is that good and evil have drawn a fierce tie
Nonetheless what would be would surely come to be
Even as the triumph of good has come to be.