ADAPTATION
It’s not sweet when I reminisce.
On the day I can afford to,
I’d like to place a candy store on Memory Lane.
Had to take my own two legs,
move them like a mermaid’s tail.
That was me adapting to the marine way,
’cause if I didn’t,
the water’s body would decompose my body—
and who wants to leave behind a teary mommy?
Still swallowed up by the marine,
suddenly there appeared a submarine.
I was pulled up, got breathing space—
less problems, more oxygen.
Talks with the Almighty,
reconnect with my origin.
If you can’t climb a tree, use a ladder.
If you can’t swim, build a boat.
Opportunity will arise along the way
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