Teach me how to number my days
so that I may live today
not as a bubble but fully.

Teach me how to love life
so that hourly I may compose
myself to the remembrance of my maker.

Teach me before my last bow
the A-B-C of transforming to adulthood –
the agony of being human.

Life without Death is insipid
but why am I here
if it isn’t to live forever?

© Ugo Nkwoala | 2020 | All Rights Reserved
Photo credit: Oliver L. Velez – Blue Sky at the Bay

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