There Are No Golden Rules Poem by Dr Anthony Onoja

It's sunrise, lets seat and enchant how
Life became a tale of groceries in Partaki
Way through the billboard of time sat
Life so mischievous and shredded with youth

Give it a chance and it get naked yelling
La-vita-bella to every passerby in Soweto
Come have me across the dark shady moments

It's sunset, lets seat and sob how
life were spent across the busy market of Limbo
Live it while you can, there are no golden rules
Just make sure you follow the lines and
leave no stones upturn at the moment of your tomb