Too Many Arrows In a Quivers
You crave success
in your hunting trip.
That's why
you stuff your quiver
with too many arrows,
spoiling its handle
that hangs on your
shoulder.
You are thirsty,
your mouth and throat
dry as a land
not rain-bathed for
seasons.
That's why
you desire to drink-dry
as many rivers.
Where are your ears?
Let them sip
from the well of wisdom
of our elders
who say:
"moderation arms
better than a thousand
charms
but lack of it surely harms."
Copyright © Anthony Obaro | Year Posted 2013
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