Life

One minute, Selling hopeful dreams to a slave, The next, Buying his last breath— at a discount....

Life,
A sprinter in a race.
One day,
Blood pumping through your veins,
The next,
A memory waiting to fade.

Life,
A traveler of trade.
One minute,
Selling hopeful dreams to a slave,
The next,
Buying his last breath—
at a discount.

Life,
A magician on a stage.
One moment,
Conjuring smiles on your face,
The next,
The spotlight burns — you were act.

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Olusegun Ajayi
1 month ago

Such is the ephemerality of life. “A sprinter in a race”

TL Ancestor
1 month ago
Reply to  Olusegun Ajayi

True. Many thanks 🙏🏿

Jeremiah
1 month ago

Beautiful piece

TL Ancestor
1 month ago
Reply to  Jeremiah

Thank you 🙏🏿

Eze
1 month ago

A summary of life😊

TL Ancestor
1 month ago
Reply to  Eze

Yes it is. Thank you sir 🙏🏿

James Monday
1 month ago

A powerful reflection on how fleeting and paradoxical life is, rushing with energy one moment, fading the next; trading hope and taking breath; giving joy, then turning harsh. It reminds us how quickly roles, fortunes, and moments change.

TL Ancestor
1 month ago
Reply to  James Monday

Thank you sir

Gilbert
1 month ago

Master peace

TL Ancestor
1 month ago
Reply to  Gilbert

Thank you 🙏🏿

Allen David Chukwuemeka
15 minutes ago

Keep the fire burning