Who cares where your life is coming from or going to? Who cares when life will smile at you? Enjoy this this thrilling poem about the question of life
Who cares where your life is coming from or going to? Who cares when life will smile at you? Enjoy this this thrilling poem about the question of life
WHAT, WHERE, WHEN, AND HOW: LANGUAGES OF LIFE
Make hay while the sun shines,
Marks the wisdom and grace of actions:
Everyday full of different humans,
Walking and working in different directions.
Who cares where your life is coming from or going to?
Aims, goals and objectives differs
Because nature counting time is faster than race,
Some people’s yesterday marks someone else’s today
Today marks another’s tomorrow,
The yardstick for measurement is mysterious
Who cares when life will smile at you?
Some working with subtle passion
Because of their perception that all is vanity,
Albeit, to others with all zeal, exceptionally,
They carry out everything with all alacrity and dedication
Who cares what life is to you?
Today, some in despair like a storming ocean,
While some disappear like a morning dews,
Yet, some in Canaan land full of milk and honey.
Rhetorically, some break forth into singing like a skylark,
Soaring like an eagle with perspicacious eye looks.
Hmmm, grace supersedes efforts, unquestionable, it is.
Who cares how and when life is going to turn around for you?
Life is full of ambidexterity
Which entails individual differences without complain,
Yet, able to acquire and house all creatures
Irrespective of their demands, and their daily activities
Full of sorrow and sadness, and at the same time, joy and happiness.
Who cares what life brings for you?
Some still like appearance of new moon. Yet,
Never unleash her consciousness
Some like full moon, luculent everywhere.
Though, wailing, grizzled men ripe for harvest, But,
Behaving like a sun not ready to set.
Circumforaneously, some still in state of durcheinander
Like an eclipse of sun. Soon, stars coming to claim space
Who cares when you take life serious?
Packaged like an envelope, ravelled for warders
He who has the passwords opens calmly
Without hindrances but still on a lottery table it happens.
Who cares how life made it easy for you?
To some in the morning,
Some, in the afternoon or evening,
All in all, palliative and succour it serves.
But, to what extent it last is unknown.
I guess, under the ages of time, moment, and destiny.
Who cares what life has bestowed on you
How life has/will treat (ed) you
When life will remember you, and,
Where life will predestine you?
By Moses Ogunmuditi (Noble)