Labour
On the path of endless labour,
Dreams fill beings with worth.
The dawn of a beautiful day,
Brings to mind all that is lost.
Preoccupied hearts,
Dream of a better day,
A day better than days gone,
The intents for a better chance,
And thoughts of amazing prospects,
The mind keeps brisk.
Rest delays in the pit of slight,
Shoved aside and cast down.
Idleness is a giant monster,
Battered, beaten and laid to rest.
Lethargy goes into the deep,
Into pitch dark of nothingness.
Success rises like the sun,
And keeps shining with labour,
Like a never setting sun.
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Florence Ezekafor View All
I'm a food scientist who has chosen the path of creative writing- the one thing which comes to me naturally.
Back in 2013, my love for teaching young learners propelled me into picking teaching as a career. I taught English, Maths and Science in the United Arab Emirates where I lived for ten years. Right now, I live in Coal City, a beautiful hilly area of my country Nigeria.
My website Fiez-writer is a product of my extreme desire to share my writing with the world. Here, I share fiction, poems, thoughts and writing tips.
A huge part of my life is spent with my lovely family and I'm a proud mother to three brilliant kids.
