A Day and Our Days- Shola Ojikutu

Monday's poetry brought to your doorstep by a poet who's earned the right to be called one.
Enjoy!

I rise
As the sun rises.

A day begins

I sleep
As the sun sets

A day ends

A day begins
And ends
As sun rises
And sets

What a wonder that the potter
In rising and setting of a day
Humour the length of our days.

As sun rises
And sun sets
A day begins
And a day ends.

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