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By Jennifersoter Ezewi We eld daily not knowing Who will take care of us Until the time comes. If we care for one, Another will care for us Even when the beneficiaries fails to reciprocate Because we are also benefiters. The things we do counts. The moves we make presents there costs. Our decisions records our fate in the midst of all. Echoing the promises of our deeds, Before the counsels of time Whose duty ensures that we savour the fate we deserve. Wherewhital our conscience Who sends us on certain errands? Will they be able to exonerate us? Before the unusual timing Who stirs at our actions. The children we bore may disappoint. Our expected saviours fails But the help we render Stands the test of time When nothing else counts. They come as visitors in different forms. They come surprisingly Putting smiles on our faces. They come as rewards for Jobs well done. They are the now! But we are the things we do. We are the things we see. We are the time and season Yet we ask: "how?"
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Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 6:23 AM UTC
The Ineluctable Ageing Scheme
By Jennifersoter Ezewi We eld daily not knowing Who will take care of us Until the time comes. If we care for one, Another will care for us Even when the beneficiaries fails to reciprocate Because we are also benefiters. The things we do counts. The moves we make presents there costs. Our decisions records our fate in the midst of all. Echoing the promises of our deeds, Before the counsels of time Whose duty ensures that we savour the fate we deserve. Wherewhital our conscience Who sends us on certain errands? Will they be able to exonerate us? Before the unusual timing Who stirs at our actions. The children we bore may disappoint. Our expected saviours fails But the help we render Stands the test of time When nothing else counts. They come as visitors in different forms. They come surprisingly Putting smiles on our faces. They come as rewards for Jobs well done. They are the now! But we are the things we do. We are the things we see. We are the time and season Yet we ask: "how?"
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jennifersoter-ezewi
Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 6:23 AM UTC
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