Hope Of The Twilight Poem by Olufayo Ezekiel

Hope Of The Twilight



I am a wood seller,
with my knickers of myth, I move my planter,
gold-mine I dont have,
though every morning, I starve,
still, I dont want the name robber,
divinity bestowed me an axe, am not a smuggler,
neither do I want to be a public wealth snatcher,
but don't think I am idle;
fate is the one giving me the topple,
I must continue pedalling my bicycle,
at noon, with my hoe, I give this soil a tussle,
till the tide of destiny dance to my riddle,
the scorching sun is giving me a dribble,
soon, my pains will vanish like a shadow,
I have ancestral blood, flowng in my marrow,
sea gods will aid my narrow sea paddle,
at twilight, my flag will dance and dangle,
I will ride the horse hope of Negro,
just to paint Everest with my marker,
for in the sky, have seen a ladder.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The hope of surviving of a hardworking black man
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Abegunde Tosin 23 December 2013

Only courage is needed to achieve this aspiration. Press towards the mark and not the prize. Nice craft.

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Olufayo Ezekiel

Olufayo Ezekiel

Akure, Ondo state of Nigeria
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