His Struggling Life
From birth he grew and grew,
Growing up to a young man anew
Though was not the same
For the most he hoped in the beat eloped.
Everyone desires for the best
But much effort of man
Suffers riding the crest of the wave
That ends in rest.
When will the joy be achieved?
When will the pain be relieved?
In the life
That moves like a gazelle to end.
Just like the moon destined
To chase the sun till end of time
Same the struggle life remains difficult
As nailing jelly to a tree.
Copyright © Akinloye Gbajero Sunday | Year Posted 2023
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