Hope

Let today sting,
Let tomorrow soothe 
Let today bellow 
Let tomorrow burst 
Today is two-prong 
Pang and pride
Tomorrow, a font
Hope! 
Man ensconced in quandary of 
Writhing in today, relishing in tomorrow.

©Taiwo Olaniyi, August 2016.

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