Sometimes we have to do
things we can hardly undo
for in life we may have to learn
and sometimes to be mean and stern
This life has made us puerile totterers and we are
like toss-coins in the hand of a trickster tosser
now we live in a delicate world of critical paradox
now we face the nimble metonymy of a human fox
Life is a cage
where everyone has got an age
each passing day is like a blank page
sometimes hurriedly filled in rage
at other times gently filled beyond the gage
Life has set the pace
and we must run the race
for us to be at a certain place
that we may never be out of place
sometimes we’ve to worry
to be able to tell the glorious story
sometimes our ways might be gory
to unmask the hidden glory
Basit Olatunji
Ijagun Poetry Journal 