Chance Or Choice
Life! A series of day to day events.
Each day birthing unique shades of rays and greys.
Some days merrier than many months
Some seconds longer than most minutes.
Some nights enter without a knock.
Some lights fly in when the window is locked.
The tape just keeps rolling from the first suck.
Getting closer to the end with every waking sun.
Leaving behind more crowns and smiles
Piling papers of once upon a time
Dating new dates for dreams yet to come.
Many a hearts beats for a better morn.
Many a lips pray for a sweeter song.
Many a hands draw dreams of young morrows.
Many a people plough along with sad sorrow.
Life now becomes a great mystery.
Time now masked the greatest enemy
Throttling too fast for man to catch.
This happens when life is left to chance.
Life is a rough surface that requires a hard
brush to paint on top. It takes more than
mind’s whistles, wants and amen to stay on top.
Pick up the brush or play with life’s rush.
Copyright © Okunsebor Williams | Year Posted 2017
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