NO NIGHT, NO STAR by Dauda Onawola

NO NIGHT, NO STAR
Sick and tired of the show;
One really wants to reach home,

A zone of little hustle glow.
Questionable remains the welcome,
If one goes with dim light.

Everyday, nature counts;
Everyday, struggle soars;
Everyway, not so slack;
Everything, one's got to do tight;
Eventually, glory glows!

Until the giving is up,
There is no giving up.
Until the race leads to grace,
There is no going back.
So tough things may, stars shine only at night.

©Dauda Onawola