Mustapha Mosi Gomina Poet Sonnet

A Valediction: of the Poor

I seldom bred a token for 
despair
Out of innocence, 
meekness, pain or worse
I'd rather wear the sand-
hill, plucking air
Engaging folds of plants 
in cold discourse.

I seldom pleased the lure 
of brilliant pleas
Nor gave mine ears to 
beggar calls and cries
I'd rather cleave to 
laughter, ringing breeze
Impress'd in kennel 
choirs of rats and flies. 

I seldom flew the tales of 
tomorrow
As said in gatherings of 
public clowns
Exchange all cheerfulness, 
in mine, sorrow
I owe nothing to men, 
nor homes, nor towns.

I seldom felt the hands of 
wealth and fame
I know I lived a life and 
lived w'thout shame.

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