Copyright © Owned and Written by Richard Chijioke Chukwunagorom
The end of a journey begins another,
Facing new tourney next in the order.
You are not different from the other,
All striving to escape life’s plunder.
The affluent and pauper are struggling,
To live steadily above life’s drudge-ring.
Every present excitement at a stage becomes bored,
As ideas of attaining the next ecstasy will be poured.
Breakthroughs pull you into new worlds,
Leaving you bowing to strange Lords.
Wherever, there are Men above your head,
Dictating to you rudely until you’re dead.
Absolutely, no man is seen an Island ,
Living at the pinnacle of the highland.
A king, has kings lording his reign,
And god, gods dictating his rain.
Climbing heights require struggling,
One that come with frequent stumbling.
The path to reach success is rashly tiresome,
Braving till the end makes you richly handsome
Only death leads to the closure of success,
When there seem to be no physical access.
But the spiritual, struggles to reach heavenly
attainment,
Where only the righteous, will be in celestial
confinement.
The journey of life is endless,
The mystery of life is ceaseless.
Success is only but a stage scene,
Metamorphosing to stages unseen.
Copyright ©
Owned and Written by
Richard Chijioke Chukwunagorom