And at the end of the day,
The photos of the day come to play.
As the day ends,
After the sun kisses our skins; mine and yours my friend!
I think of the kind of person I’d been,
Think of the love and hatred I’d seen,
And I say, “Ooh! A long day it has been,
‘Can’t remember all despite all I’d seen.”
As the day drowns,
I think of the day’s photos as I lay down,
Think of all the zest I put in,
Think of the time I spent and hoped to win,
I remember of the little life jests,
Little wealth as I did best;
I keep remembering of my oldie teenage quest,
And ooh! It’s just a lot for me to digest.
As I remain with a few drilled photos, and as I discard many,
I doubt if after a week or two there will be any.
As I push my body with motivations and inspirations,
And put my plans against negativism and imaginations.
As the sun to the morning dew lust,
As I try to keep my thoughts and actions truthful and just;
I thank the day for the chance and trust,
Thank the paparazzi for the day’s brilliant light burst.
Read – Ode to the Days – A Poem by Olayinka Mogboyin, Nigeria
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Uplifting and calming phrases, I’ve enjoyed every line of this work 🤝🏾
Appreciate bruv!