THE THINGS WE LIVE WITH

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there are things that are more important than a cliché desire.
things that act as support system
things that thrill us even when a nexus is absent
things that give us succour, peace, hedge, life,
things that appeal to our whole
things that sustain and give us stamina
things that reveal our dexterity
things that render us responsible
things that lift us
things that upgrade us
things that qualify us
things that would always be there even when all is shaky
things we put first even before what you call love
things that define us 
and when this thing crumbles
everything about us crumbles
then the anger spurs us to be better.

Comments

Bankole said…
waoh! Olubunmi, good piece that sent me musing. You are one great poet that need to be unveiled. dont drop the ball
October 26, 2021 at 2:37 PM
Bankole said…
waoh! Olubunmi, good piece got me musing. You are one great poet that need to be unveiled.
October 26, 2021 at 2:37 PM
Unknown said…
Beautiful poem. Yes, we tend to forget that there could be more important things than love The poem seeks that “thing” tha holds us together when everything else fails. The poem flows rhythmically. Bunmi, more of this type of poem and more intensity to your inspiration! Tanure
October 26, 2021 at 6:49 PM
Olubunmi Fatoba said…
Thank you Prof. Tanure for the comment, I am further intrigued to write more and better.
October 26, 2021 at 7:04 PM
Amadi Kelly said…
There are a whole lot of things that makes life worth living for, that we live with and yet pay less attention to it. Thanks for this call of reminder.
November 8, 2021 at 8:35 AM
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