The Struggle

Poem By Adeyemi Joshua

He sits alone opposite the earth:
Perhaps he waits to discuss with death.

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Then he saw life coming,
And murders his waiting.
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Then he tosses himself so high,
And sits beyond the cloud so nigh.

The fumming death arrived there first,
To discuss his client before drought.
But when he finds Life coming his way,
He stances to make him with his life pay.

So does a fight ensue between the pair,
As they have their wisdom in blur misled.

And one whom they struggle on,
Sits up there catching his fun:
He'll visit them both:
One before one, not both.
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