Folorunsho Obalugemo
What in life truly endures: is it
the river, with its perpetual ebb and flow;
or the sun that is ever waxing and waning?
Or is it man and his manhood, ever so:
of his strength, which do rise and fall
in power, wealth, fame, health and lift;
or the mountains whose foundations shift
in degrees due to seismic shakings?
Or is it time and season, the enfeebled heart,
with their measuring fickle finger of fate?
©2025
Dec 10, 2025
Dec 10, 2025 at 1:10 PM UTC
Folorunsho Obalugemo
What in life truly endures: is it
the river, with its perpetual ebb and flow;
or the sun that is ever waxing and waning?
Or is it man and his manhood, ever so:
of his strength, which do rise and fall
in power, wealth, fame, health and lift;
or the mountains whose foundations shift
in degrees due to seismic shakings?
Or is it time and season, the enfeebled heart,
with their measuring fickle finger of fate?
©2025
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