POETRY: POOR SOUL

Hapless unhealthy soul
Half away from whole
Busy he's, still he remains not in control
As he lust after that of tomorrow

Poor soul say;
This day will yield me again
This day which resort as yesterday
Yesterday, today, give no gain
Poor soul; hopes onto another day

Poor soul,
Thinks tomorrow even before its advent
As he battles with his decisions and content
Options drive him by his choice extent

Poor reckless soul, thence
In chase of might and opulence
Open all doors, locks that of his conscience,
That calls aloud for his repentance

Poor soul,
Forgets he manifest in his weakness
Of impuissance that overshadow his wittiness
Sore pitifully, not for the stress
But for tge course of wittyless

Poor wretched soul
Who had one thing, or even everything
And claims with him nothing
As he exit the living

Poor soul
Be of little stress of tomorrow
For what comes after today, you do not know
Live today; for that's what you own

Written & edited by adeyemo nathaniel