Life is a big bowl of soup

and I’m a fork,

scooping…

but nothing stays mine.

 

Hope is a folklore

I’ve never believed to be true.

and love is a spice

I can’t seem to scoop.

 

Sadly, both are lies.

 

Tie me to the clouds

and paint me blue,

but the rain will still wash me grey.

 

I am a bleached rainbow

dull, grey and greasy white

forgotten by the sky.

 

Imagine you know me

and you would’ve learnt by now

 

Life is a big bowl of soup

and I am a fork.

 

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About Author:
Wilfred Yeminifie Deigh hails from Okpoama in Brass LGA of Bayelsa. He hold a bachelor’s degree in Petroleum Engineering from Niger Delta University and loves writing about love, society, life and host of other things.

Written by : Michael Afenfia

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