Treasure Island

Nana Kwame Nketsiah


A Worthless Life


Long gone the passing time,
Yesterday seemed so long.
Though in my pocket there is no dime,
My mouth would not wet without my tongue.

Indeed the brutality of my years,
Aiming aimlessly for what is my.
While my legs fickle with fears,
I would not run away in caves to hide.

Praying the same old prayer,
The lord is my shepherd.
Though in my mind I suffer,
And the countless God bless you I heared.

Lest in my life I shall never want,
Yet struggling hard as the elephant.
Whose strength is no match for the ant,
Though ends meet are naught but vainly hunt.

The cursed sun, hanging up like a blessing,
Scorching the very sweat out of my body.
And though the birds in the night they sing,
There feathers would never fall fast from there body.

Is this the principle of a worthless life?
Or just another day of many days.
Though the bees may hide in hives,
There aim is to continue there hay

Submitted: Sunday, April 22, 2012
Edited: Sunday, April 22, 2012

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

how we rely on hopes and belief to solve our problems, living the principle of a worthless life. i composed this poetry one Saturday evening while i take a walk in my neighborhood seeing how people would run to church to ask God for wealth while not making any effort to improve their financial life. indeed the principles of a worthless life.i the poet speaking in the poem i am no exception because i am one of them.

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