Chibueze Oscar Osuji

A Dialogue: Two Fellows In One World - Poem by Chibueze Oscar Osuji

Poor Fellow:
The world is a wretch'd place for me to be
Full of wishes at occurrence at night,
When the eyes are drunk in slumbering glee
To awake in daytime's lack and want plight
A world that enhance man's darkness to light
A world that tame a poor fellow's wit, bright.

Rich Fellow:
Aha! Poor fellow wrong of you to say
A fellow like me nest in the world- -same
The world is a blissful place now, to-day
A gambit of taverns and sashes fame
Rul'd by gold, govern'd by silver and name
Wealth brings forth name and fame, What a world of game!

Poor Fellow:
A game? (this fellow must be rich) how wrong-
of you; in games do men die or fall ill?
Unwit is your brain, but your health is strong,
Have you e'er sat beside the rodent-throng
And converse wi' th' church-rats in poverty tongue?

Rich Fellow:
Forbid! A fellow of dignity hush!
To stoop myself and posh garment so low
Converse with a church-rat will crack and crush-
My ego: Poor f'llow, be stead in sorrow.

Poor Fellow:
I long for th' riches in your fatten'd palm
To roll onto me as the earth spins round;
Such wealth assist great good when time is calm
To help the poor-folks poverty have s'rround.

Rich Fellow:
Poor fellow amid your poverty thus:
You are like me in mind; same mind for us.

Poor Fellow:
Nay! A diff'rent fellow I am in meek.
Rich fellow:
But same riches of the world you do seek?
Poor Fellow:
...I do not seek it...for greed as you do.
Rich Fellow:
Perhaps, you seek it true, as the sky's blue.

Enough! Enough! I say dear gentlemen
Why argue on a world you've never been?
Why tarnish th' idea I brought with the pen?
Why argue on a world you've never seen?

Poor Fellow:
I pray you forgive us dear writer please
Rich Fellow:
Portray anew idea; grant my role lease
Poor fellow:
My poor role also be leas'd likewise his,

As well fairwell
My pen will tell.

(Poor fellow now Rich fellow)
(Rich fellow now poor fellow)

Rich Fellow:
I shall cast solemn glances at your side
My wealth and your wretch'dness do not abide.

Poor Fellow:
I thought you referr'd you were meek in thought
And not similar quest we likely sought.

Rich Fellow:
Why have great wealth like this only to waste?
For poor-folks; fairwell to poverty in haste.

Poor Fellow:
In this world, similar are men in mind
In this world, t' wealth our eyes are op'n ne'er blind.

Topic(s) of this poem: money

Comments about A Dialogue: Two Fellows In One World by Chibueze Oscar Osuji

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

Poem Submitted: Friday, August 8, 2014

[Hata Bildir]