A Faithless Quest

Should we have faith in a faithless quest And put sheer foolishness to test That the coconut holds some water Makes not ignorance call it a river The snail knows wise to travel with shell Or lives not at all to someday tell O darling! My darling basket Useful are you as my pot of earth Performing labour no other can A loyal companion on my farm You from by weaver's hand was made And the other fine mud the potter shaped Envy not the labour of your brother For you two have served a gladdened master Through different paths that you both take And such rare habits your nature make Be weary not for none has done better Each in his way has been a helper I see the pain in your restless eyes As the pot I greet when first I rise I oppose not for you are right But to you do I salute goodnight It is pure folly to make you hold water And no lesser folly should the pot hold tubers By: Adams Elizabeth Oyarese Lizdiamond Poetry World