Success
I would never pride myself in the decorated success of your yard
My grown hands' brim of gems, table minted in bounties
My name may have earned the glory of praise
Yet, I count bliss in the favours of my descendants
Nothing unmatched would count of affluent
In their respect employed every human with love
That my pride in opulent fragment bold image as pumpkin moon
Copyright © Beryl A. Ouma | Year Posted 2021
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