A Day
A Day
One day, one life
My life’s spent
Between two brinks
Of a day
The dawn when early birds
Catch the worms
Finds me still slumbering
Like a dead donkey
Until the sunbeams
Radiating in my room
Force my eyes to open.
Hour after hour I saunter
And my haunted body
Tangles.
Twilight finds me
Lying flat like an exhausted dog
When the two serviceable birds
Of the Heavens my useless life
Wraps and off they take.
What life do I live if not
That of servitude bound
To the shore of that Abode?
O Eve Merriam, tell me,
Is there a new day to change
and learn how to write?
N’Gaoundéré, 16th February 2010
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