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
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