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Same Origin; Same Destination.

Same Origin; Same Destination.

A Poem by Kay Salisu Titilola
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A baby born with silver spoon,
Another born without a rank.
But together they come from the womb,
And at birth they both cried aloud.

One flourished in huge amount of money,
One lived his entire life as a pauper,
The rich one went around pompously,
While the other calmly kept hoping for a better life.

One lived in a massive mansion,
Built with gold and silver bars,
The other lived under the bridge of horror,
Where the devil seems to hide.

Time kept counting all in haste,
Leading them together towards their graves.
One soon died and the other waste away,
Making their memories on earth soon fade away.

© 2019 Kay Salisu Titilola


Author's Note

Kay Salisu Titilola
Same origin; same destination, the gap between is just an illusion.
This is the second part of "We live to die."
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I think you have taken this juxtapositioned poem and made a good point. Indeed it sets the contrast we see in society in stark focus even if it is at the extermities. Final line does not need the word 'away'.

Posted 1 Month Ago


Kay Salisu Titilola

1 Month Ago

Thank you so much, John.
This is really constructive.
I'll do the correction.
Many people squander their energy worrying about things that are not "fair" about life. I love how you set this up to show that unfairness or not, we all live & we all die. We all laugh & we all cry. The person with money may be surrounded by THINGS but those without gain perspective in their struggles (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Month Ago


Kay Salisu Titilola

1 Month Ago

I'm just so worried about life that what is the essence of being jealous of those living in luxuries.. read more
From the moment we are born we are destined to die. Depressing isn't it? But what happens between is down to good fortune. If you are born to parents who are reasonably well off, you may do very well, have a good education, get a good job and the cycle continues. For those born in poverty though, what a different story. Many of them have no prospects at all, and many of them will die before their due date because of the lack of stuff that many of us take for granted. I enjoyed your poem. There is much truth in it, and it makes you realise the inequality of life in this world. Nicely penned Kay.

small edit - kept instead of keep?

Chris

Posted 1 Month Ago


Kay Salisu Titilola

1 Month Ago

Thank you so much for the correction, Chris.
I really appreciate your wonderful, thoughtful, .. read more
Christine Anne Shaw

1 Month Ago

You are very much welcome Kay.

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Tags: Life, death, love, sadness, memories.

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Kay Salisu Titilola
Kay Salisu Titilola

Ijebu ode, Ijebu ode, Nigeria



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Just trying to reveal to the world about my point of view about life. What I think life is and How I think we can overcome. Through my experience and challenges in life, I've been able to figure ou.. more..

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