MY TIME

Curled in the reality of life,


I am faced with challenges beyond me


And pains of struggles 


I know not how it came about.




This is not a life I wish for myself


My voice cries out in the sunrise


And sigh down the sunset.


I am lost in the vast world of misery. 




I asked; when will my time be? 


When will the shoddy sky bright?


When will this pregnant cloud rain?


When will the children smile?


When? When? When?




A painful life though I lived


Through its thorns I was made wise; that,


Time and chance happens to all.


For when I thought less; came my time. 




Poem by Unclejay


Yours truly.

COMMENT

16

Ragnar Lothbrok
09 Sep

Time heals us, everything begin to look great when it's the right time 

14

Real Demilade
09 Sep

When you thought less cane your time.

OMG just imagine preparing althrough and just when you cared less, boom🔥 it's your time o'clock.

14

Afro Sense
09 Sep

Nobody knows when but we hope and wait to see the signs with patient and diligence we will surely fulfill our time

11

MD RAPHSHANULISLAM
09 Sep

Time heals us, anything begin to see satisfying back it's the right period

10

Alagbe Adeniyi
09 Sep

Time is precious 

Time waits for no man 

Time is life 

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