THE ROUGH RACE……….. He may have been a master of his fate, In his emergence to exonerate; He may have been so great , Self-eloquent and ripe for prodigies, And all he prized alive may rule for centuries. Whatever the dark road he may have taken, Son of man, who stood on high, And faced alone the sky, Whatever drove or lured or guided him. A vision answering a faith unshaken, An easy trust assumed of easy trials, A sick negation born of weak denials, A crazed abhorrence of an old condition, A blind attendance on a brief ambition. With all our wounds and all our scars, Still cruising on to glare like stars, Must each await alone at his own height, Another darkness or another light; And no navigation for left or right. If inference and reason shun Decidophobia then takes it turn To make decision was a fear Phobophobia, the fear of fear Ever wished to be at the hem of affair And of nothing yet we leave undone For we can rule the dominion Many fiascos and oblivion, But aye, we still sail on. Where was he going,this man against the sky, You know not, nor do I; Into the future,he lives to voyage again A little farther into time and pain That he may laugh and reap his gain To win the race ,use your bone and brain. Isiaka Abass Bolaji ........... Hw is the day moving
Posted on: Wed, 10 Sep 2014 08:36:59 +0000
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