The Future Harbor
Bright, loony or gloomy
The future is not to be known
We want to see beyond now
Beyond the bridge called today
We want to go over the bay
And seek for us a future gay
We keep hurring the day away
Hurring to a future that will not sway
Our wars couldn’t conquer time
This failure we consider a crime
Some with mystic binoculars
Claim they could clear the foggy lime
But all they give are riddled lines
Very well I tire from this search
I retreated to think in wisdom’s ray
There I learnt from man’s fray
That adding scare juicy spices
Stamps my name on the lucky batch
I will remold the new future
With my strong creative hands
And with chips of wise patience
Will I await the right voyage
And on its new shores
My desires will I find.
poem by Adetimilehin Inioluwa Victor
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