Better Tomorrow Part Three
Yes tired, messed and fired
Put work aside for a free morrow
distress from stress makes one tired
Awaiting descension of a day without sorrow.
Precipitance hits the tide of time
Filled with load of contrastive burden
Time did evolve with a different crime
Ages past all in a sudden
Thousand years turn a day
A day without sorrow never came
A sorrow in the marrow, hopes at bay
Bros and Sis have none to blame
Copyright © Damilare Samuel | Year Posted 2021
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