A GRATEFUL AFRICAN GIRL CHILD
She stands unmoved in stature,
Her echo sparks motion.
Life takes pleasure in her posture,
In her, living creatures celebrate her passion.
The tycoons seek to inquire her dwellings
The assassins attempt a plot in her lodgings.
While surveyors pledge to navigate her hidings,
Oh! poor men, little did they know that Africa holds her in cozy bliss.
Beyond a word she is in appearance.
Always motivating one to be a Saint
Rejoices constantly and everywhere,
She assumes and restores trust.
She hopes in receiving.
As she chastens the greedy in giving,
Sorrow overwhelms her in grumbling.
Unsympathetic she becomes to the ungrateful.
She sounds low-priced to befriend
But expensive to possess.
Many have been canonized by her utterance
Because she is the ultimate virtue.
She embodies every race, age and gender
She delights in her faithful followers.
She affords in unifying the divided
She hails a bounty blessing to the giver.
Her existence is neither a coincident nor an accident
Her triumph sanctifies the penitent
Indeed, proper Gratitude is the virtue of virtues
Its formula is simply just to say thank you!!
Poet: Comfort Nyati SDB
Nice!
ReplyDeleteThank a lot Alice
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