THE DRUG CREATOR

THE DRUG CREATOR

Joy a name, cries a face.

Smile a heavy heart of fame.

Wondering how, when and what

Causes tears and pains?

 

Winter falls, summer rains

Work start as rest calls

Hoping how, when and where

End all fairs and gains?

 

Toss pillow night fall craws.

Wet pillow toss morning dawn.

Praying how when and where

Will changing story come?

 

Lonely days long from birth.

Adult comes, days still lingers on.

Ask creator why

Have thou forsaken thee?

 

Life is short hold on.

Hold on tight, Creator has it

All set, fulfill future gloriously

with beautiful destiny to come.

By Aghogho Omene O. (5th January, 2016)

THE DRUG CREATOR

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