Sizeable length of life,
Rife with strife,
For fleeing from fate,
While innate gift lay in wait.
Wasting in the lavatory,
Waiting for him to wake up,
Waiting for him to take up
The lance of orlay
And fight without flay,
The battle of life.
Sharp like knife,
The vision is clear on slate.
But what would world state?
He crouch and stay,
What would they say?
He cring like a blay.
Then befell a sudden purgatory,
I will start all over,
For mittel will I be known world over,
Better late than never, he mooted.
Turning Point
Boluwatife Anuoluwa
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 12/31/2019
(1)
Poem topics: fate, never, battle, fight, wait, clear, stay, knife, sharp, start, gift, vision, strife, life, world, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Write your comment about Turning Point poem by Boluwatife Anuoluwa
Best Poems of Boluwatife Anuoluwa