Thursday, 27 October 2016


Today, I feel like rhyming. Funny, it's been a while.
Enjoy reading:

For every contest, there is a prize,
For every cross, there is a cause,
For every win, there's been a war,
For every birth, there's been travail.

Seasons come and seasons go,
What will count is what they show.
After one comes another, just like bricks one on the other.
They build walls, they build houses
They make fortresses, by right placement.
Seasons come and seasons go
What will count is what they show.

We all have seasons, we all have phases,
But sometimes we don't understand their places
We concentrate on them instead of the process,
And in the end, we have to start from scratch.

Copyright (C) 2016 Omonefe Oisedebamen Eruotor

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