Last December, I did not think of this December
As it is. It now troubles me, the unpredictability
Of life—it has always been a fact of our being;
We are evolving creatures in an evolving world—
Normalcy is but a fleeting thought; it lasts not.
The calendar says little about tomorrow,
And plenty about our dreams, our visions,
And oblivion.

I originally shared this on Instagram (@benielangat) on December 24, 2020.

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Categories: Poetry

Tagged as: poem poems

Benie Langat

Benson Langat is a poet, fiction writer, and freelancer. A dreamer, he realizes a world of possibilities through stories and explores life in poetry. Benie is a dad and lives in Nairobi, Kenya.