WHAT A LIFE!

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Life is full of tales untold
Waiting to be unraveled
By minds so pure and firm
Things we see are things which
Have already been done before
There is nothing new in this life
Things waiting to be done all over again
Steady are the elements that moves the earth
Nothing is precisely genuine
But only the truth that lies within
What a life!
So full of evil with conniving minds
Yet with smiling faces
You never can tell who will stab you
You never know the next person to be plunged out
Only the brave with a peculiar heart
Can see through this life for what it is
Life is a tale
So be careful how you tell it.

BY ISOKEN OSAIGBOVO



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