The noise of the cock at dawn and the sound of engines at night,
Survivors thrive in life's fight,
But uncertainty governs the mind,
And fear being so kind.
Upbeat and grateful men live as days go by,
Without knowing when they will be forced to say bye.
That’s the monster bigger than men,
What cannot be explained with a pen.
The future is planned, though unknown;
Man has no knowledge of his mown.
In life, just love, cast, gas, glass, and brass,
For life, you see, is but grass.
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Author:
Oputa Samuel Daberechukwu (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem came from a deep reflection on life, uncertainty, and the reality that death is the one thing no one can escape. In writing it, I wanted to express how fragile human existence is, and how fear, time, and the unknown quietly walk beside us. Yet even in that awareness, I wanted the poem to carry a sense of hope, reminding us that love, meaning, and the way we live still matter. It also reflects the little things that make life beautiful, such as being around people, sharing joy, celebrating small achievements, and finding happiness in simple moments. Because life is fleeting, we should enjoy it in wholesome ways, value companionship, and make the most of the breath we are given. It is a personal meditation on mortality, but also an invitation to think deeply about how we spend our days.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
It is certain that everyone will experience death all else is up for grabs. Nicely written
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