Life Is But A Trick

Who knows how Net turns ten Now own to won Off arm to mar The sunshine of four That rise to grow Their sheep fur Just like ours As long as bride's gown Unlike a fairy tale bird Whose ribs are light Off bid to plead the sky To help pin its way up Without its mother's tips Not to get nip by the wind Unto the back of the earth But sheep does go through pains Often off nap time to rest a while That span through a hell of lifetime Cum surviving fitness' coat off cot In the rain where cold hits softly In the sun where heat hammers Year-in year-out, as era unfolds New pit of hope to upshot stained lint Before ash fill the hopeful wind And its ash covers the sky To shy away graceful breath Heavenly arc shaped its being That mirrors mercy; merrily wrapped Off war but shaped games battling light To shine a drab dragon fuming to see The beast of night before dawn nods

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Olabosoye Wemimo Olaoluwa

Date: 6/24/2025 3:10:00 PM

The poem "Life Is But A Trick" meditates on the unpredictable and paradoxical nature of life. It begins with cryptic wordplay and transformations, suggesting how things change beyond comprehension. It reflects on innocence, struggle, and growth—symbolized by sheep, a bride, and a bird trying to fly without maternal guidance. Life’s journey is portrayed as painful and enduring, filled with challenges from childhood ("off nap time") to maturity ("surviving fitness’ coat"). Despite constant hardship—weathered by time, rain, and sun—there is a recurring emergence of hope, even as decay and death ("ash covers the sky") threaten it. Ultimately, the poem ends on a spiritual and reflective note, pointing toward mercy, resilience, and the cosmic battle between light and darkness before a new dawn.