' MORNING HAS BROKEN '

Day 27 of 365 days of poetry.

Hide and seek I wanted to play,
hide and ambush all I had in mind,
now the play is taking me astray,
now the plan is blowing my mind.

I want to harvest, yet i don't want to cultivate,
I want fruits, yet I don't want to plant a seed,
Time to harvest is here, where have the germinated ?
Now in thirst for fruits, where are the goods?

The best in the world I dreamt to be.
Yet, the laziest in the world I seem to be,
next minute, next hour, I kept on saying,
' Hour of the glory keep on displaying. '

The morning is really far we're saying,
postponement now seems to be a friend,
today's leaders seem to be in training,
all because we're far from learning.

 

Lawal_Ismail_Babatunde.
(Fisayomie_DA_Poet).

Author - analysis :
This piece exposes tit for tat,life is about giving and taking. Just like mirror reflects, life will only give what you implant.
You give nothing and you take nothing from life. Wake before morning getz broken.
  Good morning!