Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson
My Banquet - Poem by Okoronkwo Jonathan Jackson
Come all and sunder!
Come rich and poor! !
Come friends and enemies! ! !
Come unto my banquet of merriment! ! ! !
Come to the joyous celebration!
In that train of happiness,
Which forever has crushed the truck of sorrow; and
The road to tears blocked for ages.
Come! And I shall chant those lyrics of hope.
And from the road of perdition thy heart rescue.
For once that road I treaded,
And now, I live to tread it no more.
Come you who are weary! And thy strength take.
From my banquet, thou shall see cause to joy.
And courage thou shall pick;
And forever thy tears dry.
Come without restriction!
Be thou a beggar, thou shalt beg no more;
For in this banquet of mine,
There be enough for thee and even unto thy generation to come.
Come! And the way I'll show thee. But
Thou must dine and wine with me in my banquet,
Which just for thee I prepared and made so rich;
And from there thou shall see the way.
Come! And the secret of life, thee I'll teach.
We live today and tomorrow we die-
What then is life all about?
But full strife and struggle.
Come! And with me on that table of plenty share.
For that is what life deserves:
To eat and wine when you can, but
Never in laziness.
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