If someday the tables turn
And i live a life of endless scorn
If my loved ones choose to leave
And their affections to another give
If poverty reclaims my pockets
And i shed tears to fill a bucket
If i wallow in the embrace of self pity
And relocate to a hopeless city
If the dusk crowns my days of failure
And the dawn my dreams recapture
If i struggle with the burden of depression
And look upon life with a hazy vision
If the rains water no olive of bliss
And my lips the feet of frustration kiss
Would i welcome a rope around my neck
And drink from a most venomous cup?
Would i leave a note by my death bed
And make in vain the bowing of my mama's head?
Would i recreate my woes when i fail not to fail
And gobble up my demise as i be not to be?
Would i dance to the dirge of my oblivion
And succumb to the torments of public opinion?
Would I leave an action so worthy to emulate?
If my steps i erase from life's own slate?
All these shall i ponder when suicide knocks
And then i shall look upon life's own clock
Amidst the tears, depression and gray
I shall say to death; "No, not today! "
For i will picture the smile on my face
When someday my victory shall bring much grace
For i rather sell my death
to buy another day
Than betray my dreams and walk in death's way.
By: Adams.O. Elizabeth
Lizdiamond World Of Poetry
A refined poetic imagination, Adams Elizabeth. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
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A poignant bit of verse written with clarity of thought and mind. An insightful work of art. You are very talented.