truth fades in these trying time,
pain has become an appendage,
Worth's scale has been corrupted,
yet we all find a niche,
we all serve out our time,
life's changes are acceptable,
all of it.
we thrust forward like arrows,
hurling towards the unknown,
our edges blunting with distance,
purpose has becomes relative,
trading truth for convenience,
all of us.
even the poem is incomplete, melikey how it conveys the title.
ReplyDeleteps, I look forward to attending first friday when I'm in Abuja, so you guys keep it up.
hope you can make it for June's edition. its a blues/ jazz themed one. Bez & Darey.
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