Anyawu
Me:
Anyawu Ututu, daughter of the daylight,
You smile sometimes, and other times you scorch.
Teach me dear one,
How you venture across the blue zones.
When should my altitude glee, and
To what degree should I scorn?
Anyawu:
The universe is generous to men,
On his platter, there's gold and conceit.
Choose gold, and dwell in eternal bliss,
Those with pride are long gone, six feet beyond.
Me:
Your counsel is true,
Ancient wisdom.
Copyright © Ugwu Kelvin | Year Posted 2021
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