SORRY WINS

SORRY WINS

Winning and losing
Are friendly enemies
The later is like
The hell fire
Shouting with pains
From its inner bossom
While the former
Wailing like heavenly choirs

Joy and pain
Taste bitterly sweet
With the former
Forgetting and relegating
The latter as if it has
Never existed
While the mood
Of the latter
Is always set
On the former

If joy could remember sorry
When it sets its table
To dine
The future unknown
Would have been
Married to the present
Where the heart shall sing
The songs of pigs in EƲE
Tsɔ tsɔ tsɔ
tsɔ gali

Yes tomorrow will surely come

©Edem Fodeka Kusorgbor ♥