Poem by Thompson Emate
Opportunity is a dove. It comes to our abode. It takes gentle strides awaiting our embrace, finding a place for its feet.
— Thompson Emate
Opportunity comes to us, Sometimes in a subtle way, Some say it's a gentle force, Our indifference makes it stray. Opportunity is a door left ajar, Only a partial view meets the eyes, They are meadows seen from afar, It breaks the ice. Opportunity is a visitor with blossom deeds, The onus is ours to yield, It sows viable seeds, It brings us to a green field. Opportunity shows us the picture, We script the future.
Thompson Emate spends his leisure time writing, particularly poetry and prose. He has a deep love for nature and the arts. He lives in Lagos, Nigeria.
2 thoughts on “Opportunity”
Love these lines:
Opportunity is a door left ajar,
Only a partial view meets the eyes
Thank you, It’s an honour.