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"AT THE DAWN OF OUR LIVES" (a poem)



At the dawn of our lives
 Hopes and aspirations
Are given birth to

 The cries of the infant
 Signify a comfortable place
Friends, family and foes alike
 Are caught in this web of ecstasy

This place where we come from
 Births are meant to herald
A change of fortune

 Family, clan in excitement
 Welcome the infant
The sordid adventures of the night
 Is been revealed in this image


 But by noon, the movers of the earth
 Have set in to move
 The once fair fruit is darkened
 By the fiery gaze of the sun

 What do I do?

 Should I tread the path of erudition?
All known yet mysteries remain

 Should I sit and look up to the One?
 The verse “no food for the lazy man”
 Comes with spades and spears
 Waiting to devour

 Should I take to the Cloth?
 The rigours of which pile to rooftop

 Maybe I should engage in
 This nocturnal affairs—
Faute de mieux?

In this chaotic state
 The mind and conscience must come
 To play this divine role of the Maker
 One thing is certain, in this adventure
 Indecision is to end you
 Decisions, a sure route!

 At night, our nights
Accounts are rendered
 Relief, regret, sadness, joy
 All in different pots lie.
 The pot picked at noon
 Is upon your nights revealed
 Oh! My friend, family, foe
At this night, your night,
 Which pot did you pick at noon?
 Quad errant demonstrandum
 

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