Why do I
give worry a chance
to manipulate my dance,
opening door for sorrow
to disturb my tomorrow?

Why do I
ruminate on the past
rather than let the past
die in yesterday
and slowly fade away

I don’t know how
but the scene, somehow
still appears clear
and grips me with fear…

Fears of yesterday,
renewed by today,
waiting in the future
like a patient vulture…

Who knows what tomorrow bring?
Perhaps it will lend me wings?
So there’s no need to fret
For with time, all I need I’ll get

Written by: Akinbamilowo Ololade Olayemi
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

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