Breath, breath with its evanescence...
If only its worth we truly know,
Life, one would hold not loosely
As punctured sack in search of snow.
And when men sleep amidst tears and empty dreams
Squandering seconds as drunks with whisky and beer,
If the beautiful wonders of nature and being fail to rouse
the mind,
The conscience cleanse, the heart heal, death it is, I dread
we have found dear.
© 2016 Michael Olajubu (aka Jacobs Adewale)
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