Aug 082012
Morose and speechless
You strode on with your wares, damaged.
Worrying over your loss
The time and energy you spent
Working hard to trade
Goods and services for joy
Joy of the heart and mind
That which makes your humanity whole
How much is enough for you
When your goods have been broken and damaged
What price do I place on it
That you may not tag me a swindler
Wanting to take off all that is left
Of your damaged wares
Offer me these goods and have asylum in return
Your mind sheltered against the cold hands of despair
Let me have what is left and you keep your dignity
As one who laboured diligently
To reap from the sweat of your toil
Give me your goods, bad as they may be
They will bring forth the sun and its rays
Be sure to appreciate it that way
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Hehe, i wish it was so simple. lovely poem on a rarely discussed topic, God help us Nigerians with our Insurance free environment. Good work.
Good piece
sober but food for thought, good work
i like