I will Laugh Last

 

Days when pains cloud the soul
as though comforting
There lies hope with it's ever
radiant gaze
Days when hunger habits
stomach's vacancy 
Does not hope mutter perseverance?

The night seems too long to persist
The morning appearing as a mirage
Life seems filled with it's emptiness 
Mortals hope in fellow land
of gold to trend
Whose pains and sweat make glitter
Is life not in phases
and men in sizes?
This knowledge mortals need grip

Author: Timi ibiwale