In a Search
There comes a snail
out of a hole,
in search of a more pleasant
place to live.
Neglecting the coolness of the hole and,
seeking for a different kind of life.
Moving into the more sunny and
breezy light of life.
Becoming the happiest of a newly found home,
a home away from home;
Suddenly asked to return to his shell,
because of neglects from his new environmental home.
Tears of the unknown
overcrowded his face;
Is t;is how cruel life could be?
Is t;is how cruel life could be?
Copyright © Peter Akinjute | Year Posted 2007
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