Hustle For Life
When a halt came to the hustle
Strange brakes hit the growing muscle
And the busy roads grew back bushes
The path wondered "where is he?"
He not there, he'll die if his just here
Here and there suits him best
The prospect of evening joys moved
his feet out
And happiness to tender sleep
brought him back
Day in day out like the sun and daily coup
of the night
I heard he's been pinned by the cold hands
of germs
The gossip trended like water in the
raining season
The real hustle is his state of mind
Wandering between health and life
Could this be the end of the road?
For life or for the life
Just like a seedling rejoicing the gift of life
There sprung a solution to life while
the life hold still
It's not the end of life if life can come
back fresh
Be alive to chase a life
Both life matters
As the end of the former stops the latter
Larry_Beryl
Copyright © Adetunji Olanrewaju | Year Posted 2019
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