Poetry

POETRY

TIMES TOO

My shepherd is the Lord, therefore I never lack

Only love cuts north, the south is never slack

Times too feels the burden of patience’ lack

Times two is double a previous pack

 

Patience in a JOB makes you not to curse

Speak up at all times too, play but never pause

Isaac promised, Newton just added more force

Life’s a game, play hard to avoid the loss

 

From the voice in the wilderness, the violent taketh

From the choice of good, the humble asketh

From the very beginning, God always createth

From the bread of life, the giver baketh

 

Lying in my green pastures, my shepherd maketh

All that we have and is, natures architect provideth

By Ben Eromobor,

Geology department,

University of Benin,

Edo State,

Nigeria.

 

 

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