Time, a poem.

  The wrong way to view time; Time is running out, Like a stack of cards, My plans are falling awry, When will I ever be anything? The right way to view time; Every moment is a blessing, Every second gone, Is one step closer to eternity. Have I made the right choice? ©Olamide Oti,…

Friend or Foe

I have no seasons you see, No contracts with the rich or poor, For many, I am the friend who comes calling at midnight, For others, I am the foe who destroys their plans for tomorrow. I am the inevitable end to a lifetime of pain, Your one way ticket out of the slums of…