WEEP NOT

Written by: Esson Alumbugu

We did come through the 
same old gate
My friend and foe, we plied 
that road
But look I loom tall you are 
short
You stand brave I don't--
difference!

Weep not as you learn I 
choose north
To your south or east to 
your west
Some eggs cannot turn into 
chicks
Some trees do not give any 
fruit

I would rather bake my own 
bread
Than let another guide my 
way
For how we fall is never 
same
In means or place, and time 
or day.