LIFE IS A CUP
Abegunde Sunday
Panting athirst to drink
Of the grail of life.
But found,
It was too filled; no man should drink.
Filled with emptiness in guise of goodness.
Filled with waters of mirage.
Filled of vanity in infinity.
Filled with insanity in animosity.
Golden without; muddy within.
Having known truth, men still queue
To partake of this vanity grail.
Poet: Abegunde Sunday Olaoluwa (Speaking Pen)
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