Eve Of Twenty Twenty Two Poem by Wegolonyo Erick

Eve of Twenty Twenty Two
When you look at your back,
And count the days plucked
And looking, counting, to remember.
O, may this day be last of December!
I prayed for hope,
And waited in faith...
The year, this night drops,
Been one those of everyone's race.

If you sit down to meditate
Both thy cheers and fate,
Well, well, I know
That of all you could show
May all be nothing;
Yes! Never a substance of reality
As tangible as a thing
This year wane-fully made we see.