People and places, Dresses and cases; Times and seasons, On the move, on the go! Running towards the finishing line, Drilling treasures from a gold mine. Whispering and gossips: Two faced liars and deceivers. Too many people caught up on trips; Just too late to return the hires. But let's all remember that there will be a time of reckoning: Judgements, rewards and beckoning, For those who made their stay worthwhile though sometimes painfully lingering; Yet there would be some who though hindering, Will have their words displayed on Eternal boards and on walls, Where there will be darkness, howling and growling!
Each moment I wake up, Listening to the sounds of the waves washing through the shore,. Wondering in my mind the next step to take; If only I wasn't too anxious at this point in time on the horizon of wantoness; I'd see clearly the path which trails down the road of glory and yet tenacity; Which in my heart and deep down in my soul, I deem fit to castigate, And not profligate; But instantly, show someone who needs some love and attention; Advice and direction, Like never before, who lived among the thorns and thistles of merriment and bliss; Which has now cut deep into the imprint of the soul, I am glad to say, that I didn't take that plunge into that deep dark hole of despair, Which comes from obscurity and even uncertainty; Well, I certainly took the right turn, upwards, And this, I must say, has been the best thing, I could ever have done in my entire life! Poem written by Ewoma.