God Without Poem by EZEKIEL HARUNA DANBAKI

God Without



In strength of arm and health of body
He gave his dreams a youthful chase
In skill of hand and wise of heart
'all that matters, glad is mine! ' he said

Now, with age indeed is old
In weak of arm and ill of sight
Since his opulence to mammon owes
None remain that equals his lack

Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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