The summary of our life

The summary of our life
Is in a dead man’s pocket

He brings it to seat
On a round table filled with

The drinks are dull
And won’t stay alive

The music vivid, staying memories
In blurry lines

The clock by the side
Won’t move a sec, in its life

The movements in, and out
a hurry, you could count
Those with patient mind

The path that leads
to closed door
At the end of the milky night
Is the gentle tap
From the pass man



About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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