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Until I Die

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By Chris Mustapha Nwaokobia Jnr

Time eats up everything
Time restless time
Childhood is lost to time
Youth devoured by time
Age the force of time
Times end in the womb of time.

I was born to die
I live to die
I struggle, I toil
I slave, I grieve
I give, I take
And this circle is constant
Until I die

It was fifty some weeks ago
Fifty one today how time flies
I will give my mite
I might create laughter
I will give love and create joy
Until I die


Tell me how long I have
I don’t care how short it is
I must toil for the good of all
For all I have is now
I shall do good
Until I die

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If by Jove I falter
I am but human
When I am wrong
I strive to do right
I try I am but human
I will give my best
Until I die.

Grant me Grace
Bless my Toil
Guide and Guard me
Great Lord of My Soul
Hold me firm
And keep me on the straight path
Until I die

The Cosmic Law Fulfills. So Mote It Be.

Dedicated to me by me as I mark the 51st year of my sojourn in this mortal sphere, this 12th Day of March, 2022.

Chris Mustapha Nwaokobia Jnr is a leadership and mentorship instructor.

Source: StreetReporters.ng

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