The Perfect Way Poem by Oluwatosin Thomas

I
Allow me to play a game,
To roll the dice of your existence like a game of ludo,
Hoping to emerge with the number six,
Which is the first attempt to your triumph,
Or your defeat.
II
Permit me to roll the dice again,
As the number six comes forth,
And leads to your new birth,
Or to your six feet.
III
Let me sing a hymn to the core of your soul,
Let me read the lyrics to your minds,
Of how hard it is to live
And how easy it is to die.
IV
For out of the occurrences of the earth,
Lies the words that spree forth,
As we live in a world where it essence can't be seen or felt,
Yet we tread the path like we own it.
V
After the birth of a man,
Lies the death of him.
But never will his death leads to redemption of his soul anew.
VI
We may live life with caution,
And also live it carelessly,
Lest, we fall or rise.
VII
But Which ever way we choose,
We must live life like we do not exist
And exist in it like we do not live
As it is not an entity where carelessness can be withdrawn
Or too much caution can be laced.
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VIII
That is a perfect way to live,
Other wise, a perfect way to die.
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Thomas Oluwatosin
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