PanNigerianNews 
By Josiah OLAYIWOLA
The death of a long night,
Makes a day to ooze light,
Myself so anxious to greet a day,
Great is my anticipation to make hay.
When the day breaks slowly,
At dawn, I must have my bath,
My splashed – bathing water;
Reminds me of blessings for the day.
When the day breaks slowly,
Men and women rise from sleep,
The rock cracks a bit for the smile,
For the blessings brought by the day.
This day is with but splendour,
The crickets stop whistling but birds resume,
The singing birds honour the day with pageantry.
Why won’t man do the same?
If I want my wealth to abound as fish’s roes;
I must honour the day.
If I equally want to have rest at my old age;
I must still honour the day.
Those who know the value of the day,
Want the day to break at the mid- night,
Those ones work every day being time conscious,
For days had shown them mercies.
When the day breaks for you,
Utilize it as if another one will not come,
If you fail to use it well;
When another one comes,it may not favour you.
