AN ODE TO THE HEARTH
An Ode To The Hearth
Everything born is birth
Anything dies is dead
Nothing ever really changes
Because nothing is new
Life is given
This same life is taken.
Emptied hopes and aspirations
At the river Styx eternally floats.
Lukewarm; of what is hot
And of what is cold?
Man's infinitesimal problems
Take all his times, for human life is
Indeed vain and strife;
Living to impress others impressing others.
Oh mother hearth,
Be revered, for home is
Where lies true love and companionship
Even at the end of civilization
Let there be thy ever burning fire
In our hearts, reassuring
Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare
Copyright © Speare Earth Poetry | Year Posted 2020
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