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BALANCE

Balance

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How fair have I been weighed on scales of wealth
I dare not say of incandescent pen
lest I sink in weariness, then to earth
Candles burnt into the hoof of fate’s den

A plebe’s fame, the trophy for daunt’d nights
Where words do spring its earliest bliss in prime
No sloe of fame made cosy the daunting nights
Nor the grimes of shame wiped away by time

Oh! What chants of woes shall my offsprings vaunt
As the vet’rags’ feat couldn’t spare a sirloin
But raw images on slates for them to grunt
And when ten bowls of skills would weigh a coin

I shall return with prime of youth-vigour
If the gauge of wealth not my sweat devour

Written by: Dan Dediver
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

Author: admin

I am a member of the WRR editorial team.

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