When I was my mother Son (poem)

When I was my mother son

I was a precious jewel to her

Getting all I want and need

No price tag is too heavy to

Unseal

 

Relentlessly spoilt with goodies of life

Unashamedly attached to the golden apron

Unattachedly attached to the Golden Fleece

Milking all to my fill

 

Here we are lacking all that is basic

A classic example of use-LESSNESS

Knowing the price of things but lacking

The value of things

 

Enmeshed and entwined in the circles

Of self

The world created to meet my whims

Now I know

The gold without discipline and character

Is a sure way

To eternal doom and gloom.

Isaacola AA

@newnaija

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