A Rich Man Without Kids
A rich man without kids
question himself daily,
"Who will inherit my richness?
How my name will perish in the future?
Why doesn't God bless
me a child?
Why my neighbours
have handsome sons
and they dont sell them for me?"
Sometimes life can bring more fantas
To some folks
and they still don't feel fantastic
Because of few big dreams
Which take long to fulfil.
Praise the Lord for what you have
Because some people have much than you
And are not yet satisfy on earth.
August 16/2023
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