DIE NOT YET!
Wait! Wait!! Wait!!!
Take a pop at the sky
With your despairing eyes
Wallow in self Inquisition “WHY?”
Be minned, scorching was yesterday sun
Today, sky overcasted about to sleet
Pick up the raw gold piece
Smith, mine in glowing fire
Learn after grit cometh glitter
To the dried desert saunter
About the winter and summer ween
For after both it rains cats and dogs
Wait, strangle not the soul
Think not the present, hope in future
After rain be hope for gay birds.
© I. Y. OYETUNJI (SAGACITY).