Solomon Itsoghole Poet Verse

Approximation

I’ve ever minded to live or to die,
Always striving life and eluding death;
There’s no end to live or be dead.

All it takes there’s to celebrate,
But my life is not a celebration;
There must be wastrel for a celebrity.

I note a void of failure and success,
Yet have failed attempting to succeed;
For in failure lies the aura of success.

I vie life with poverty and riches;
Whereof is contentment, be poor or rich?
But the depth of heart than be poor or rich.

I ‘void sadness and sought to be happy,
And sadly tire of the bid to live happily;
How sad is the path of happiness.

I ponder ‘times being baddy and goody
Struggling ‘tween badness and goodness;
But there must be bad for triumph of good 

All my life I wait on seasons and times,
Plan and live as warrant the seasons and time;
As though there’s an end to seasons or time.

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