The Age Of Discontent Poem by Olusanya Anjorin

We are living in the age of discontent
Where we constantly see diverse contents
And check the face of time
And say it was the worst of time yet it is the best of time

It was the season of despair,
But no, it is the time of repair
Hovering around the neck is lightness,
Hanging on the head is darkness

Wait, why are some people bored to life
And constantly experienced boredom and discontent alive?
Life is a vicious cycle of surplus and lack,
A loop of simple and complex crack

We are always after what we don't have
Instead of enjoying what we have in our half
Each morning when we open our eyes
We should be saying yes

God, I thank you for your provision
Instead of driving towards separation
In the deep ocean of unhappiness and melancholy
He will never lead us to any act of folly