The best is yet to come

As his  heart pounds,
 So did it  melt as an ice-bag
  And the stream of regret
    flowing from his eyeball,
        As the bitter river of  marah
         Still forget it
           The best is yet to come!

How to take my coffee,
I had rehearsed
    Till typical merganser
      from egwü obilaji,
       struck with awe
         Cup dropped in a mud,
           mixed with tortoise feaces
             Forget it
              The best is yet to come!

As the only chlorophora excelsa
  in the midst of shrubs and grasses,
   Bragging for its ability to withstand
     the elements of the environment,
      for almost 500 years.
        Until the hearts of men
          place blade at its root
          Just forget
             The best is yet to come!

Nature had smiled at him,
  With Future as bright as crystal
   Approaching with hands full
     of fruits from the garden
       Suddenly, vulture snatched
         And lad sat  in tears
            they dropped
             as thick as ice block
             Forget it
               The best is yet to come!