An Invention Poem by Ugochukwu Thompson
An Invention
An ill invention is my shame,
What I cannot do, I blame,
Another human without name,
Which of now I consider lame,
When will I stand and up my game?
When will I consider an aim?
When will I forget every dame?
But Wonder and repair all maim,
In my own self, never the same;
When will the world know that I came?
Ah, it is now - inventions claim.
An introspective piece of poetry nicely embellished with poetic rhyme and rhythm. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.
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Write comment. Such a nice poem. Ugochukwu. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks