Hope

Ajibike Jummy

Of what use is my existence with a mere daily singsong of hope  

When the awful night forbear to pass away, I perverse ill rope

When the light put on airs on the hill, no springs attached

Dove glides away, now I worry less of being attacked

Because we are all caught: strangers and aliens

Of life laying lifelessly before our eyes

the ephemeral pleasure of life and its thyme

Let the waves proclaim; it is not a waste of time

I have tasted both good and bad; till I'm grasped alive

I live even if not up to the fullest of what I expected  of life;

"Felicity fill here, may I stay forever" As it is, only one thing left

I will never forego hope, clasps as if telling a lover "you're my depth"

Even in pain as I close unfulfilled life page in death, I do not resist saying;

Of what use is my existence with a mere daily singsong of hope while dying.