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
Dark-light

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

MO.

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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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