Till Tommorrow Comes Poem by Olabode Joseph Oluwatayo

With dream eggs to lay,
After a seemingly long day,
In the shinning Sun, I made hay,
Just; gains for the morrow,
Till tomorrow comes.

Long moments; crude and dark,
In eagerness, work all done,
Looked around for any but none,
In gains for the morrow,
Till tomorrow comes

Did my assignments well,
Said; there my future dwells,
with good grades just like the Jewel,
Moreover, in gains for the tomorrow,
Till tomorrow comes.

On the couch; with no one here,
Searched around; are you still there?
Not even a friend so dear!
Yet; gains for the morrow,
Till tomorrow comes.

With my heart; deeply search,
For admonitions to dearly preach,
Before life itself becomes a breach,
Though, gains for the morrow,
Till tomorrow comes.

Worked hard in the morn and night,
With my goals clearly in sight,
But nothing is even done right,
Yet; gains for the morrow,
Till tomorrow comes.

Despite that seething need,
My multitudinous family to evenly feed,
Or is our enduring hunger; the given seed?
To the gains of the morrow?
Till tomorrow comes!