The Merchant Poem by JOSEPH ABUTU

Trading with sight so dim,
Deceived there’s nothing to lose
Including the soul within-
Trapped to pay wild dues;
This is foolish,
As when the exchange is done,
Much would be the cost;
So much to leave the soul impoverish.
One morsel, one bribe,
No truth or wisdom to guide.
Quest for wealth,
An invite to death;
What you choose-
Less that you lose.

Tell me what you hope to earn –
When a soul is sold;
Not really a weatherman,
But I know that life is cold;
Vanity takes all
And gives just small.
Hey! Young one,
Watch where you go;
The race’s a long one,
The destination not so.
“GIVERS NEVER LACK”
That depends on the substance-
Give all back,
And receive life in abundance.