Why go my eyes a-shutting
While at my chores a-working?
Sleep, a dreadful thought lurking
Ne’er go off my plans awaiting
Tipsy on the mountain edge, I’m falling
Groping with my thoughts, I’m staggering
And cursing in my mind, I’m dreading
All the plans that have me waiting
Sunken eyes, the lids are drooping
Eager mouth, the lips are parting
Supple neck, the head is tilting
How long will be the waiting?
At a standstill, my body is tiring
In the midst of confusion, I’m stuttering
The eyeballs are unsteady, they’re rolling
If only my plans were not awaiting…
Final resolution, the books are closing
With haste, the lights are dimming
And whether or not the work keeps heaping
My plans can stay awhile a-waiting
Luke O. Ogar
emecheta christian said:
Keep up the good work ogar,the sky is not your limit but your starting point.
lukeogar said:
Thanks, and thanks again
audu peter said:
Ogar well done
me am waiting for a novel by luke ogar…
lukeogar said:
Thanks Peter. Not long ’twill be
Olamide said:
Lovely poem Luke.
lukeogar said:
Thanks
Olamide said:
You are welcome.