Treasure Island

Meshack Dasco

(10-10-1987 / Minna, Niger-State)

A Token of Goodness


A Token Of Goodness

My sonnet to this effect I write:
Out of all the whole nature of life,
Goodness we share and spread
With its waves like the ocean‘s tides and falls,
Its fragrance like a broken alabaster box;
Give a shot of it and gain alot of it.
A good heart to all is a glad heart in all.
The disturbance - the sacrifice is - rewarding.
Keep to a world of righteous deeds and -
Light of goodness shall lighten -thy dark days.
Wasteful though the efforts may appear,
Yet the boons - who can weigh?
I see in the blue sky - goodness
I see in the ranging oceans - goodness.

Submitted: Saturday, April 13, 2013
Edited: Friday, October 04, 2013
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