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Ayomide Oyeyinka Poem
WHAT IS LIFE?
“For all our days are passed away in thy wrath:
we spend our years as a tale that is told.
The days our years are three scores and ten;
and if by reason of strength, they be fourscore years
yet is their strength and labour and sorrow;
for it is soon cut off, and we fly away”(Psalms)
{Sighs} Three hundred and sixty five days gone in a blink
Another year cycle is gone
Time flies by rapidly
Destroying and bringing forth life unceasingly
As time goes by, man nears his end
Man’s life force diminishes each and everyday
The process can be rapid
The process can be slow
The process can also neither be slow nor fast
Three scores and ten!
Considered a lifetime?
This lifetime isn’t guaranteed
What does Birth actually entails?
The nonexistent to existent
And Death?
Takes back the existing back to nonexistent
From nothingness came life and to nothingness returns life
Zero to Zero
Is birth actually new life?
Or Beginning of the end of a life force?
In this world, man is living to die
Man in a gradual process grows up
At the same time, closes in on death
Man in his helpless situation lives and dies simultaneously
‘What is life?’ Erwin Schrowdinger asks
Life is but a fleeting Shadow.
Copyright © Ayomide Oyeyinka | Year Posted 2022
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Ayomide Oyeyinka Poem
Pondering the Year Ahead
New year, a fresh season's dawn,
Last year shadow fades, new purpose drawn
Fresh expectations and new dreams dreamt
Will the dreams come to pass and the expectations met?
It is not my first year,
I ‘ve spent sometime here,
Convictions were crafted in the past too with journeys intended,
Yet, in the past years, my goals have been suspended.
Now a tremor of fear takes hold,
Is it the familiar trend to uphold?
What is to be come of this year’s thread?
A weaving of triumph or moment to dread?
The common occurrence of defeat and shame?
Is there the tiniest hope of winning this game?
Will this year mimic the familiar frame?
Another tale of struggle, or an ascent to fame?
A new score sheet is here,
One devoid of yesteryear's stain,
Now, the time is come to make a gain,
Time to answer the clarion call to carve a mark out there,
And never had there been a better time to uphold the banner of my name
Copyright © Ayomide Oyeyinka | Year Posted 2024
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