I LIKE LIFE
I grow up in life; life grows up in me
I have seen what pleased me
And I have seen what saddened me,
I grow up every day like green leaves in my green land
I couldn't believe the catastrophe of life
Yet, I doubt the ecstasy of existence
Where life cropped up?
Unknown to everyone; surely known to Someone
I stepped on ready-to-wound ladder, my skins battered
I climbed bees- busy trees ; all my skins flood of blood
And spots shine faces on my fresh skins
I cannot forswear; yet I can't decide to continue
Surely, the true sense of value is known
Through sorrows, sufferings and strivings
Where is happiness? When
When no one can predict his future.
I like life; we hate life
Life is sweet; living it is bitter
Disaster and death are the vigorous plane for life
To get plain success. Still, must I stand to look?
I hold up my stance in dreadful circumstances
I fell to the burning fire of success and ecstasy galore.
© YUNUS ABDULWAKEEL OLAWALE, NIGERIAN.
I grow up in life; life grows up in me
I have seen what pleased me
And I have seen what saddened me,
I grow up every day like green leaves in my green land
I couldn't believe the catastrophe of life
Yet, I doubt the ecstasy of existence
Where life cropped up?
Unknown to everyone; surely known to Someone
I stepped on ready-to-wound ladder, my skins battered
I climbed bees- busy trees ; all my skins flood of blood
And spots shine faces on my fresh skins
I cannot forswear; yet I can't decide to continue
Surely, the true sense of value is known
Through sorrows, sufferings and strivings
Where is happiness? When
When no one can predict his future.
I like life; we hate life
Life is sweet; living it is bitter
Disaster and death are the vigorous plane for life
To get plain success. Still, must I stand to look?
I hold up my stance in dreadful circumstances
I fell to the burning fire of success and ecstasy galore.
© YUNUS ABDULWAKEEL OLAWALE, NIGERIAN.
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