LINES AND VERSES

On this path of mortality We tread softly Trample without caution But defend the rules or break them We are captives in our chosen freedoms J.Ifeme

Life is not a race, life is like a walk. Life is not a struggle, but  a stream of challenges. Life is sad. Life is sweet. Life is terrifying, yet beautiful. Life is obvious but highly mysterious. Life offers everything - only air is free.  Life is a gift, Life is a choice, Life is a burden - if you feel like carrying... Do not hold it tight, do not let it go. Do not call it names - it will always change. Make a plan or not, life has a plan. But  be not deceived for nothing is what it shows. ©J.Ifeme

The old chain-watch on the table Ticks away in cold despair – It would have dangled from his slim wrist as you shook his hand And he clasped yours in both palms like a priceless gift; How worthless time is without a breath! The three-quarter on the hanger An air of subtle anger The red cap that announced a forgotten chieftain – All mundane burdens finally shed … You could smell his sweat on the Isi’agu The stale odor of his earth-suit Now six feet below And if you were still gullible you’d think that was him But the real papa was the wind that swept past as you cried Departed like a real sojourner His stay once sweet but now over (C)2010 J.Ifeme