A poem by  Temidayo Ogungbuji  ©2017 All rights reserved

One enlists in the pool,

Naked, fresh from a woman’s womb.

Either to rich or poor homes

The cry of a newborn echoes and roams

From crawls, to staggers at walk attempts

Then walking, running, soaring…

He’s inducted into life struggles

Daily ups, downs, expectations unending

He probably survives many hurdles

Records a heap of attainments.

Gets hooked in wedlock

And after, seeds pour.‎

He ensures to cater for burdens

Direct or extensions in doles.‎

Sometimes they are taken away about this time

And many a time, they live past to see retirement

Retirement from labour,

Seeing generations down the chain.‎

Aging, greying

Stability shaken…

People grow old by mistake

A sage says.

So what is vanity’s goal?

Aiming to acquire all,

but not having a rest for your soul.

Or losing touch of the fact

That eternity is reality

And time is merely a passage through

Through, so all that is lived is shades

Spitting in the wind, lust for gains, fame

Causes for wars, maims; a shame.

Naked we were inducted,

With nothing we will be ejected.‎

Vanity, it’s all spitting in the wind.‎

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