Slowly are hard times approaching
And unbecoming are things becoming
Leaving one with echoes of pains
And mouth filled with groans
A better life many yearn for
But other way round they see
While waiting for what they hope for
Like fishermen standing by the sea
Looking above is the sky staring
Looking down is the earth frowning
Looking sideways with great expectations
But what comes forth is unpromising
However, lost should no hope be
For ever does light exist
At the end of every tunnel
Lost should no hope be
©njavwa.s.p
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